I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.
From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.
With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me.
“Your father has been in the garage for some time now.”
“Doesn’t bother me. I like that I don’t have to hear his dad grunts. Besides, how much could he really wash the car? It was out in the rain.”
Mom urged me a bit more, “Go check on your father to make sure he’s okay.”
With a sigh, I got up from my seat on the sofa and reluctantly went to the garage. I stopped at the door handle when I heard somebody speaking on the other side.
“You’ve been a dirty girl, haven’t you. Don’t worry, Daddy’s here.”
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