I heard a knock on my door and hesitantly went to open it.
In front of me, stood my father.
In his hand was a plastic shopping bag.
He noticed me looking at it.
"I've told your mum about reusable bags, though she doesn't seem to listen,"
He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.
That wasn't what he actually came here for.
"Mind if I come in?"
I made space in my doorway and he entered, then went to sit on my bed.
He apologised for snapping at me.
I nodded to what he said.
Then he handed the bag to me.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
