❣️❣️ FAITH ❣️❣️

I remain blocked without being able to say a word. My mom and I stared at each other not knowing what to say.

Dad: How is that possible? The police think you're dead? They found your ID card and a dress that was yours under the bridge.

A word still does not come out. What will I say?

Dad: Why did you assimilate your death? To punish us for abandoning you before?

I shake my head negatively.

Dad: I'm glad you came back. That you tried to see us. When your sister gave me my porch money, I always depended on it in your search. I found...