I had a best friend from high school — Belle. But not anymore.
We used to two each other everything, and staying up late texting/calling each other, and spent all the time we can together.
Just like we're stuck like glue, but sisters.
It's just one thing that really hurt her, that kept us apart for so many years.
I lied to her.
Only. Once.
And I regret to do it.
*sigh*
Well, during graduation, I finally got up my nerves to tell dad about my house dream. And I was an idiot.
Instead, when I was leaving for college, I expected my dad to lend me a house, that I've always wanted.
Instead, he gave me a Bible.
I lost control and scolded at him, I didn't let him explain and stepped towards the door.
A few years later, which was last year. My father died.
I regret everything.
I haven't treated him well the last time I met him.
Crying, I searched for the Bible he gave me. And started to read it with tears dripping from my eye non stopping. At last, I turned to the last page, and saw my new house key sticked with tape.
