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So it was like mid August, and we were sweating buckets upon buckets here, (what, it was bloody hot and we didn't have air conditioning in our building), (yes that fucking kills us with how our bloody summers are now), but the concrete buildings do not make it any easier to deal with the summer heat, (since concrete holds in heat, I just don't know the scientific reason why that was).

It was early morning and I was up, (though I guess that wasn't really a novelty anymore), and I saw that the post came, (as you do), so naturally I just gave it to Dad, as most of it is usually for either him or Papa, so it made sense to me to just give the post to one of them, (also they were the bill holders so they dealt with the official looking shit), though apparently that's not how most people handle post, (as I did ask Clo and Bex after this).

"Bianca Sweetheart, these aren't mine"
"What?"
"One of these letters is yours"
"Oh, uh, can you open it for me please Dad?"
"Uh, are you sure that you want me to open it Baby?"
"Yes I'm sure, if you open it, it's just a letter that is mine and I'm not jinxing it, but if I open it, it's the rest of my life and I'm going to jinx it to fail me"
"Ok Sweetheart, I can that for you"
"Thank you"
"You're welcome Baby"

So Dad opened the letter, and he looked like well proud, he looked like a proud parent, (though that makes sense as he was my parent here Babes), so I was kind of curious here, as the letter was in my name and I thought that it could have been my GCSE results here, as it was that time of year again, (but that didn't mean that I wanted to open said letter here Babes), but I also wasn't sure if that was the case, (so that's why I asked Dad to open it for me lol).

"What does the letter say?"
"It's your results"
"Oh, how did I do?"
"You passed"
"I got 5 C's?"
"Yes you did"

So I might've brought Dad into a really tight hug, (not that he seemed to mind it though), as I now wasn't worried about if I passed my GCSE's or not as I had passed, plus I felt really safe in his hugs, (though I guess that he knew that as he never questioned it at all), also hugs are nice, (but I don't go up to randomers and get hugs off 'em, ok mate).

"You feeling ok Sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I'm just glad that it's over and I passed"
"I get that, I'm proud of you"
"Why?"
"Because you passed your GCSE's and that's not the easiest thing ever"
"I guess that you have a point"
"I know that I do, I've been around the block awhile"
"But you're not even old though Dad"

I thought that Dad was gonna act insulted jokingly or something, but he didn't, he just stayed in the hug, (I needed that hug, ok, stop judging me Susan), it was quite comfortable if I'm being honest, (though he was the best hugger I know, I could see where Rowan got her hugging ability from).

"I know that Baby, I just feel old sometimes"
"Well don't feel old, old people don't have yellow front doors"
"Well that was purely accidental here Sweetheart"
"How do you accidentally paint a door yellow?"
"Well I thought it was red, because I liked red, or so I thought, but as it turns out, I'm really colourblind"
"Oh, so how do you read a traffic light?"
"I don't know, I can't drive, but not just because I'm colourblind, though that would be a struggle, I just haven't needed to"
"That makes sense"
"I'm glad that it does"

Yeah, I was surprised that Dad was colourblind, (well it was more that I hadn't thought about it too much), but all pieces came together and it started to make sense to me, though I never said as such to Dad, (as that would've been a weird thing to say to him here, ya know Babes), but yeah, it helped things make sense to me here, (regardless of if it actually makes sense to you or not).

So we just had our cups of tea as it too early in the morning to do anything else with our day, and it was quite peaceful to do as such because it was that early in the morning, and maybe we didn't do much else as it was that muggy too, (you could ask why we were drinking tea in that heat but there is science backing us up with this here).

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