I didn’t notice that I was choking on my words. I looked at Alex. He was teary-eyed as well.
“Do you want me to leave Mr. Meyer?” He croaked.
“Lizzie was right. Stay here”.
October 9, 2003
Papa,
Today is career day Papa. Mama won’t be able to come so I asked you to come with me. I was happy you agreed Papa. I am so proud to be your daughter.
You drove me to school today and I guided you to my classroom. My teacher told me that we look alike Papa. We sat down next to each other in these itty bitty chairs.
Phoebe and her dad were sitting in front of us. I noticed that his dad had his arm around her. I looked over my shoulders then at you Papa. I felt jealous of Phoebe at that moment. Why do you never put your arm around me Papa? You never hugged me too. Maybe I’m just sensitive. Sorry Papa.
When it was your turn Papa, you told all my classmates about your job and how rich we are and stuff. My other classmates’ dads were not as rich as you Papa. But I noticed that they kiss and hug their kids ever so often. Why don’t you do that to me Papa? Because you’re busy?
If we weren’t rich…would you hug me and tuck me in at night? I hope we can bond soon Papa.
BINABASA MO ANG
Elizabeth Fern
Teen FictionFeel free to comment on each Chapter. tnx! It was raining that day. People all stared at me, as if they’re waiting for me to break down. Truth is, I really do want to cry my heart out but I can’t. I can’t even speak. It’s as if there’s a huge lump i...
