That's me on the door step nice afro ,blue and white dotted dress."Ding dong" am a bit excited but worried if my dad still lives here you know .Last time i was here it was when i was 6 and now am twelve years old.Awkward! Don't know what to expect my mind it's all over the place .wow nice garden they have here i went into the garden as i admired the roses they had ....I heard a tap on my shoulder turned to where the tap was coming from , there she is nice body, beautiful face."hi" i said confused in my mind i was thinking maybe am in the wrong house or something .she smiles at me ."you must be Madd right hope you don't mind me calling you that ,I mean your dad always talks about you guys ....argh he loves you and I'm the one who suggested that you come visit .....I didn't even know he had kids until ...you know the call" she said going into the house I followed her inside .God this woman talks too much i already heard enough for the day , with a fake smile ........"who are you?"i asked "and where's my dad"i said heading to the dining she followed me ."take a sit and I'll explain everything to you sweetheart "what does dad have a brain tumour?no no are you the nurse..... i need to see him like now"i said .without any reply she stood up and went upstairs with my purple travelling bag .I just sat there until I passed out .By the time i waked up my dad was back from work and I had a blanket on .Couldn't careless of greeting my dad I just went upstairs to my room .
" She must be tired from the long hours drive "
"You think.....she's a good kid " I could here their conversation from my room .Why are they talking about me like am not even around.
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Confessions
RandomThis story was written when i was twelve years. It is said that time is supposed to heal but it hasn't done much for me. To hate ,to love they are both emotions with different character of feelings .We sometimes convice ourselves we hate people w...
