Irish Year Of Love

Christina's P.O.V- Home sweet home

I stood outside the airport waiting on my father.

"Hello miss, I'm looking for A Christina Brar?"

"Daddy!"

He hugged me tightly. He still had the same scent.

He released me a little and pullled back to take one good look at me. 

"You look well" 

"I am well daddy" 

He smiled and gave me a pat on the shoulder. 

"I'm glad you're home"

"Me too dad, lets go"

He took up my two suitcases and walked in front of me to the van.

We got in and dad started the van, turning the heat on.

"Chrissy! I've missed you."

I smiled at him.

"I missed you too pops."

"So? What's new? You disappear from your poor old pops for how long now and decide you're coming home one day?" he grinned.

"Dad, I just needed to come home. New York was getting lame."

He raised his eyebrows and started the van.

"Lame? So what about Grace? I thought she was all you needed?"

I felt like a little kid at the thought of me saying that.

"Well dad I don't know what drugs I was on when I said that, but now I know she's a witch."

"I see" he pulled his seatbelt on and I followed.

Dad nodded, not wanting to get involved. Dad actually liked Gracie. They got along fairly well and she was fascinated by Indian culture so there's no surprise there.

"So does this mean I'm getting my daughter back permanently?"

I smiled.

"Well pops...I'm not too sure to be honest. I think so."

Dad looked satisfied enough.

"So, what's the plan for Ireland?"

"Well, remember I told you I called the business rental company. They're renting me a place in town for three weeks till I can find somewhere else."

"Okay. And what about the other people? You can't possibly run that place on your own" He looked at me.

"Well, no. But I haven't found any other artistes yet so I guess I'll have my hands full."

"I'm just glad you're back Chrissy" my dad pinched my cheek with his free hand.

"Me too pops. Me too."

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Our house was pretty much the same way I had left it. The pool, the rooms and kitchen.

"Dad ever heard of redecoration?" I asked, looking around.

Dad brought in my last bag.

"Why would I? The place is perfectly fine as is."

"Dad mom would've-

"So how about some pizza for dinner?"

I sighed.

"Sounds great."