Developing A Friend 1 (2/2)

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You are walking home... Expecting your father is done cleaning the house. Sigh... I hope... Right about the path you saw your father is on the field sitting looking up in the sky. You walked to your father and sit beside him.

"Father"

"Oh (Y/N) your back"

"Not exactly, if I'm back I'll be in the house for you calling 'I'm back' Father"

"Seriously (Y/N) stop that, you making me reminded of someone for being so serious"

"..."

"How's your day today dear"

"Don't call me that"

"Sweetie"

"No"

"Honey"

"No"

"How about (Y/N)"

"Yes"

"...uh...huh"

"It's good I made a friends today"

"That's good to hear I hope this friends are good"

"They're good"

"Who are they?"

"Will theirs Kanon the girl who said to be lost or something... Then theirs William is..."

"Wait...A boy"

"Yeah..HE is... Actually they're two more"

"Will it seems you've better future to come"

"What do you mean"

"Hmmmm... Nothing"

Both the father and daughter been talking for an hour, talking how the daughter go her day and she talks about her father of the house if it's clean yet. She isn't a germaphobic she don't know why she hates dust, webs, un arrange furnitures she hates doesn't feel like it's home to her. She needs to see she comfortable of the place.

In a hour the girl is already asleep with her father carry her home. Enter her room, her is still empty like no books, no tables, no chairs, no closet, nothing except the bed and the luggage. He gently put her down on the bed then tucked her in. He walked away he was close the door he turn back saw his daughter sleeping peacefully in the moonlight through the window illuminates the room he then close the dope quietly.

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