While waiting for our flight, an urgent need to use the restroom suddenly struck me. I had to find the nearest women's bathroom quickly.

As I entered the comfort room and finished my business, my cellphone rang. It was my dad calling, and perhaps this would be our first and final conversation.

Summoning my courage, I answered the call and put the earpiece on.

"Krystal..." his voice trembled with emotion.

Despite the expected compassion, all I felt was boredom. It was too late for him to feel guilt. If I were a less restrained daughter, I would have told him to stop with his dramatics because they no longer amused...