Memory 18
"Rosh, he doesn't want to see me," you state.
I nod in agreement. I didn't want to see him.
Rosh scoffs and tells us to toughen up. We both look at him. Rosh had this habit of living vicariously through me. He admits it in a shameless manner that he does very little with.
"It's the fourth. There is a huge barbeque at the park. Have fun!" He emphasises.
An uneasy truce settles between us.
"I am sorry for kissing you."
"Thanks, Jonathan but sorry doesn't cut it."
I know it hurts you to hear me say that, I'm sorry.
A/N: One of the first proper conversations I had with my dad about growing up was "Sorry" is treated like a convenient excuse. A lesson that I sometimes forgot but shouldn't.
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