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She let the phone ring a couple of times.
Trying to mask her irritation, she breathed out before picking up her phone.
'Good afternoon?'
'Elo bem.'
'Dad?'
'Elo bem.'
'Yes dad,' she breathed out.
Trying to mask her irritation, she breathed out before picking up her phone.
'Good afternoon?'
'Elo bem.'
'Dad?'
'Elo bem.'
'Yes dad,' she breathed out.
'Come home.'
'What?'
'Come home...please. '
An image of his eyes crinkling at the corners, came to her mind. When she was little,his eyes were full of mirth...always amused. But on that day when he had disowned her, those eyes had been red with anger and disgust.
'What?'
'Come home...please. '
An image of his eyes crinkling at the corners, came to her mind. When she was little,his eyes were full of mirth...always amused. But on that day when he had disowned her, those eyes had been red with anger and disgust.
'Elo, we have erred as your parents and we seek your forgiveness,' he paused, 'I cut off my nose to spite my face and I've been walking around with a festering sore. '
At that moment, every anger Elo had towards him...them, dissipated into thin air. She'd been praying for this
At that moment, every anger Elo had towards him...them, dissipated into thin air. She'd been praying for this
