I walked back into the house and into the living room where my dad was sitting. I sat next to him and asked

“Char.. -Dad, Are you alright?”

No answer

“Dad? Please say something”

“I-I-I don’t know”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What is there to talk about I let your mother go, she found a new man, and now she’s dead.”

I didn’t know what to say so I just put my arms around him and gave him the biggest hug I could. He didn’t hug back at first but after a minute he hugged back and I saw that he was crying he truly did love my mom and I but why did he let us go?

“Dad, can I ask you a question?”

“Yea, sure baby what is it?” baby where did that come from maybe he really does love me well there is only one way to find out

“Why did you make us leave? Didn’t you love us?”

No answer

“Dad?”

He sighed I guess this is hard for him

“I let you go because I thought you deserved someone better. I was not ready to be a father. I didn’t know one thing about being a father I guess you could say I was scared and I was a coward and your right I was and I lost the two women I my life that meant everything to me I’m so glad you are here and are safe and I have you back but I can never get the woman I loved the most back.” I could tell he was trying not to cry because his voice kept cracking. Again I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to that? I was still curious

“Dad do you love me?” I couldn’t help but ask I needed to know

“Yes, sweetie of course I do who could not?”

“But you don’t even know me”

“And I will never forgive myself for making you and your mom leave.” he’s really betting him self up about that I had to do it

“Dad I forgive you and I love you too and please for me can you stop beating yourself up about this if my were here she would forgive you to I just know it she still loved you and thought about you sometimes I would catch her looking at and old scrapbook and she would be crying yes you hurt her but she still loved you.” there maybe he will stop beating himself up

“Thank you Isabella.”

“Call me Bella, Dad and for what?”

“Ok Bella and because you forgave me I know your mother probably would to but it would take her longer.” He was so sad I felt so bad so I gave him anther hug and we sat like that for lord knows how long until he broke the silence

“Here come with me let me show you your room”

“Ok”

So he grabbed my bags and took me up two flights of stairs I guess my room was on the third floor. When we got to my room it was obviously mine because on the door in fancy letters was ‘Isabella’ wow that was really thoughtful

“I can have that changed to Bella if you want”

“No, Isabella is good. I love it thank you so much.”

“You just looked at the door and already you are thanking me wonder what you’re going to do when you see your room.” oh god please help me I hate when people go out of their way and spend lots of money on me but to make my father happy I opened the door and saw a beautiful…