Glass

2 Months Earlier

"So you're graduating early, huh?"

"Yeah. I just finished moving out of the house, and I already have a full time job, so it's probably the best move."

"Makes sense."

It was weird talking to my dad this way, with him on one side of the glass and me on the other. He didn't make much eye contact, mostly looking at the phone box or his hands.

"How are things for you, Dad?"

"They're alright. I just got a couple weeks shaved off on good behavior." He looked happy when he said that.

"That's great Dad!"

"Yeah, I'm hoping it'll add up to more than that. I'm excited to see how you're doing, and to meet this new boyfriend of yours," he said.

"Yeah, Liam's pretty great. You guys would get along, I think."

"I would hope so!" For once, he looked happy as he talked to me. "Maybe if things get serious, you could bring him by and I could meet him?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I would like that!"

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I dropped the dirty keys on the counter, sighing. If only he could see this place... I looked around the apartment, admiring it. I'd only moved in a week ago, so it was still missing some things. There wasn't even any furniture in the living room yet.

But for now, it was home.

Dad had only been around for some of my life. Most of the time he was in and out of jail, usually for stupid stuff like light shoplifting or not paying his dozens of speeding tickets.

This time was different. This time he was going to be in for 3 years.

And it wasn't even his fault.

I shuffled into my room, taking it slow. I had been running all over the place today, trying to meet up with people and run errands... it was exhausting.

I fell down onto the bed and laid there for a little while, thinking about my dad. Even though he wasn't around much, I still loved him. I still visited him every week.

Because even though he couldn't be there, and he got himself into a lot of trouble, I knew he loved me. He loved me a lot, more than mom ever had. And I guess that's why I could forgive him.

I yawned and sat back up. I had to get ready for bed and wash the crappy dollar store makeup off, or I would wake up with acne all over my face. Sadly, I knew that from experience.

I wandered into the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Then I changed into pajamas and crawled into the bed. I could see a few stars outside my window.

I wondered if Dad was looking at those same stars.

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