a's
st and hard. I haven't ugly cried like this in years but right now, I didn't care how ugly I
omes, sweetie, but it's what needs to be done,"
r again. Not with what he's saying to me right now. "This is so unfair!" I shriek really loudly as
y before in my life, and especially towards my parents, but toda
d faced my mum with my hands placed on my waist and my ey
rison?" She responded to my question with a face full of empathy. I knew
he have opted to go to prison? Why did he hav
arply without giving my mum a chance to respond to me. At this point he and I were in a stari
tell me how we had similar reactions to particular situations and how we had the same temper. She'd say, "I wonder how a
shoulders. "Emma, I truly am sorry for this. I'm sorry that this is the reality of your life right now, but
u, dad. I
ad but that was what I was feeling in that
in a tight hug. That was what I needed but didn't realize. That hug. I immediately melted in h
he month. Why this? Why now?" I say in between sobs, my voice shaky. "It's not fair. I'
rce and do whatever you want with your life. I'll make sure it doesn't exceed these three years my darling. I assure you t
d fixates on one pa
or three years. Three good years of my life down the drain, just like that. Why me? Who did I offend? I think to myself. I'm qu
, I do. I know I should've listened to your mother
ce to show I heard his l
n't want that. Knowing the Henderson family, especially the father, Samuel, locking me up won't be enough for him. He would make sure whatever moneys I have in an
fixated on the fact that I get married in two mon
better, dad," I wiped off my tears and picked myself up from the ground. "As you'
the loud ring of
t's for you," he tells me as he looks at me with an emo
stion with my
er end responds with a deep sultry