"And maybe you can get to know Camila better since she is going to live with you for a few." Her words were like a punch in my gut but I kept my neutral face up as I bid her farewell. ![]() "Please visit us once Zenna." She said and I nodded at her with a curt smile. As she sat down in her car, she kissed my cheek in an affectionate manner. "You are adorable." She found me adorable for some reason.Īnd then till the car walk, she chattered about her latest shoes, how she wish Camila was like or how warm and friendly I was. He is forcing me too." I said with a pretended sad pout which made her eyes sparkle at me. She said your father not snatching that right for me. "Come home dear, maybe your father will show his face this way." She pleaded, yet again surprising me. ![]() You took my father away obviously it was not nice meeting you. "It's nice meeting you," I said in a forced tone. You are prettier in person and look at that hair." She was not faking all of this because she seemed genuinely excited to me. Her sudden intimacy was surprising and uncomfortable but I half-hugged her awkwardly. "Gosh, you are pretty." And she pulled me in for a hug. "I am so sorry I couldn't take you to doctor this time." She said in a genuine apology her eyes watering really quick.Īnd then she noticed me and her lips widened in a smile, a big, real smile.īefore she introduced herself, I knew who she was, Camila's mother. I staggered a bit, my hands leaving the wheelchair. "I have been meaning to explain to you." He was finally going to say something meaningful when the clatter of heels on the tiles caught our attention.Ī tall, beautiful woman came closer to us and shocking me like hell bent down to embrace my father. "Well done with Michelle problem." He said in a businesslike tone. I wanted out but I still wanted to be with my favourite band. I silently walked outside with my father on wheelchair not sure how to convey my feelings to him. ![]() I was surprised because my father had to stay in this wheelchair for three more months. You can leave as soon as your vacations end." He said looking at my surprised reaction and interpreting it in a wrong way. "Three or four months." I gasped lightly at his words. "How long will it take for him to walk again?" I asked with an unavoidable tinge of worry. Rest of his injuries were more like dried now and the purplish hue was visible but the back injury was severe and made it hard for him to get up. But he is healing fine." The doctor told me when I visited him with my father still on a wheel chair.
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