Daanav walked in with a sorrowful manner, contrary to the sinister smile he wore just moments ago.
I don't like the way things looked outside with that man. Maybe Violet knew him? Is that why she ran off..? I'll text her about it later...
Daanav then took a seat beside me and let out a sigh. I raised a brow and glanced at the man I haven't considered a father in about a decade.
"I'm sorry, my little flame bird."
I hesitated before I ripped him a new one.
"Okay first off, you don't get to call me that anymore, Daanav. I haven't been your 'little flame bird' since you left us. Second of all, you're 'sorry'..? 'Sorry'?! 'Sorry' doesn't make up for making us move around constantly because you can't keep a job! 'Sorry' doesn't make up for the years that you were a deadbeat who only visits his kids during Diwali! 'Sorry' doesn't make up for making Mom cry constantly before you left!"
I had already stood up by this point with tears streaming from my eyes like waterfalls. My words were dripping with venom, but honestly, I didn't care anymore. I wanted him to understand the shit he put me and my family through. I glanced around, noticing my sudden outburst had caused a scene. I then saw my siblings staring at me speechlessly. He hurt the ones I loved the most. I couldn't believe that his blood was coursing through our veins. It was disgusting to even think about. I turned to face him with my vision still blurry.
"You never came to any of my games, Apollo's art shows, or even Hestia's stupid kayaking races. 'Sorry' does NOT fix any of the pain you caused my family!"
I stormed out of the infirmary and raced to a nearby bench under a canopy to evade the pouring rain. I hunkered down, pulled my knees to my chest, put my hoodie on, and bawled my eyes out.
No less than a minute later, Daanav sat alongside me once more. He didn't speak, he just pulled me into an embrace, and I couldn't help but lament into his shoulder.
"I can't take back what I did, but I can accommodate for what I do now," he said with a hint of remorse in his voice.
"How about this? I'm going to my godson's betrothal tomorrow. I want you and your siblings to accompany me."
I pulled away from the embrace and looked him in the eye.
"Really? You want us to go... with you?" I asked him with an expression full of disbelief.
"Yes! You should stay the night at my house, and I'll even pick you up from school tomorrow."
I beamed and embraced him, once more. I was crying again, but it wasn't out of rage or internalized anguish.
They were tears of delight.
I then sniffled and uttered words I haven't spoken in years.
"Thanks, Dad."
At the end of the day, maybe the man who I loathed wasn't a complete monster. Maybe Mom was right; Maybe he does deserve a chance.
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Harmony
Storie d'amoreShe's got it all together, but she doesn't. She grew up with wealth, but she didn't. She loves cheerleading, and she loves football. These ladies are complete opposites. Practically enemies from the start. But what would happen if they were put in t...
