Vea
I never thought I would forgive my dad that easily. My mind was fixed on thinking that I will hold a grudge on him until I die. But heck I was wrong. After everything, all I needed was my dad to actually become my dad.
“Good morning, Amour,” he greeted me as I walked down the stairs.
“Good morning, dad,” I yawned.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Dad asked.
“Anything will do, as long as there’s coffee,” I chuckled.
“You are really my daughter,” he replied, then proceeded to prepare my breakfast.
He was toasting some bread, and frying eggs and bacon. It smelled so good in the kitchen.
“Why did you suddenly want to cook breakfast for me? Are you sick?” I jokingly said.
“Psh. I just wanted to make it up to you. But I know this is not yet enough. I will have my life catc
