I heard my door creak open as I sat in my bed drawing in my sketchbook.
I looked up and saw my dads figure, I noticed his eyes and I could see he had been crying.
"I'm so so sorry about everything." He said as he walked in an closed the door.
He sat down on the bed and put his hand on my knee as he proceeded to talk.
"I know I've been the worst father towards you and I hope you will one day be able to forgive me" he said and I could see him tearing up again.
"Did he really mean that much to you?" He asked.
I could feel myself tearing up as I nodded slowly to answer his question.
"I never should've forbidden you to see him. I'm sure he's a great guy and I shouldn't have judged him. He will always be welcome to come over any time you like from now on, okay?" He proceeded.
"Thank you" I whispered as I sat up to hug him tightly. "I'm sorry about mom" I said and I felt the tears falling once again.
"Me too, Kookie, me too" He said as he hugged me back and started crying as well.
