My mind traveled back to all the times I watched my mother soak her bed with tears begging to see my father.

And I knew deep down that if she had, she would have recovered faster.

I felt pain, for all the times I’ve been mocked for not having a father to at least look up to.

And that was until I stopped caring and started cursing him instead for vanishing on everybody.

Not even knowing he had been dead all this while.

My breath came in short gasps as I stared up at his beautiful face piercing into mine.

“Do you regret it?” I whispered, watching as his brows...