Past Redefined

PART SEVENTEEN

Olivia Rodriquez's POV

I stood in front of the large portrait of mom and me.

Looking at the picture, all I could get reminded was how my friends used to play with their mom and why I am not?

Not that I envy them, but in corner of my heart, I wanted to have that same thing. That feeling of Mom.

"I miss you too, Mom."

I said, caressing the bottom line of the frame and the portrait suddenly tilted a little.

I heard the door open behind and I immediately turned to see my nanny walking inside the room. She came in with my breakfast.

"What is it?" I asked as I sat on the chair as she kept the food on the table.

"It is French toast with caramelised banana and a glass of orange juice."

Well! Whatever! It looked yummy and the nanny started to feed me.

"Where is dad?" I asked as I swallowed the first bite. It was indeed yummy.

She gave me the second bite and answered.

"Sir is in his room. Guess, he will leave in an hour. I noticed him busy on a call."

I just nodded and ate the breakfast.

After half an hour, I peeked into my father's room to find him not there. I walked inside and found him standing at the balcony.

"Angel?" He said not looking at me. I walked and stood next to him.

"Dad, why do you keep standing here?" I asked. He looked at me and then back at the view.

"I like it here." He said.

"You like it because you stand here and talk to mom."

"May be."

He looked at me and kneeled on the floor next to me. He kissed my cheeks and I hugged him.

"If I stand here instead of you, will she call me?" I asked.

He backed from the hug and stood.

"Olivia. We are not having this conversation right now. I have told you many times that Mom is busy. She will reach you when she gets the time." I heard him in his stern voice and flinched a little.

"I know she is busy. She has always been." I said. I knew I shouted a little.

"Not now, Angel. Drop the topic." I heard him say and turn away.

"Dad, look here. I am still talking to you." I said tugging his trousers.

"Enough." I heard him shout at me. I shivered.

"You don't have to shout at me. What did I do?" I shouted back at him. He stood there unable to answer.

"Sorry, Angel." His voice softened after few seconds. I kept calm as I didn't want to spoil the day.

"I am not in the mood. Can we talk about this later? Some other day, may be." He said.

"I know daddy, we will never. It is okay. This happens every time. I'm sorry for taking the topic... again!"

Again? I said it because, every time we talk about this, dad just wants to end the conversation.

We stood there looking at each other. He looked back at the sky. He cleared his throat and was about to tell me something.

"Olivia, you..."

"You should get ready for office, Dad." I said and walked out of the balcony.

"Angel, Listen." I heard him speak but I chose to ignore.