Chapter 11: Dad?

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My dad had come back to Australia in a long, long time and I could barley remember what he looked like.
"What is it?" I said looking at dad with questioning eyes.
"Open it." He said.
I opened the present, it was a gift card for the worlds best wedding dress shop in America.
"Dad, thank you. How did you know?" I said.
"Your boyfriend, well fiancée asked me if he could marry you. Here's a card."
"Thanks dad." I said opening the card. "What's this?"
"Read it."
"Oh my god! Dad, it's a house in Sydeny! It's basically a mansion!"
I gave dad a big hug and Justice Crew came out with their girlfriends.
"And the house is right next to our place if you ever need anything." John said.
"Thank you all so much." I said crying.
"You don't need to cry, bubba." Dad said.
"Why did you leave in the first place?"
"I was a suspect of a murder and I committed to doing it."
"You didn't do it though, right?"
"I did do it."
"What?!"
"I got the first plane to Africa and told your mother to tell the police that I didn't return from the pub."
I started crying.
"Why? I could have seen you, why couldn't we meet up somewhere?"
"You know how kids are they tell everyone everything." Dad said. "I wish I could have seen you grow up."
"Why are you here then?"
"Well then won't the police be after you still?"
"I'm only here for a few days then I'm leaving back home. I'll give you my address and you can visit whenever you want."
"Sounds good!"
We talked for what seemed like a few minutes but it was actually five hours.

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