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sighed.
I was pretty much oblivious to everyone around me. She had the right to hate me.
The sun was shining brightly as I started to jog back to my house. I’d never fancied running, but I liked it this time. I enjoyed how I could just get lost in the movement of my legs. I was doing this again tomorrow, for sure.
Dad was still asleep when I got back. I made coffee and jogged upstairs to take a shower. I had enjoyed wearing a sleeveless sports shirt to run, and I cringed at the thought of wearing another long-sleeved blouse. I just didn’t want people to know about my scars. But it’s so damn hot.
Sighing, I grabbed a short-sleeved black shirt and decided to be careful. I found some bracelets and decided to put them on both wrists to camouflage the scars.
As I trotted downstairs, I heard Dad in the kitchen. He was setting out cereal bowls as I walked in. He stared at me for a moment and smiled, relieved. “I thought I heard you leave before dawn,” he said as he poured the whole-grain cereal into my bowl.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep and decided to go out for a run.” I poured the milk in both bowls as he watched me dumbfounded. Lifting my shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, I took a seat at the stool and grabbed a spoon. “Apparently, I like running. I’m going to try it again tomorrow.”
“Dr. Simmons recommended that you exercise,” he mumbled to himself as he started to eat. Yeah. I did feel better. Maybe the old man did know what he was talking about.
“Dad? I have to see Amanda, Dr. Pierce, but I’m not sure I want to talk to yet another therapist at school.”
He nodded. “I’ll call your school today.” He smiled at me as his blue eyes twinkled with emotion. “You look better, honey.” After a pause he added, “Did you enjoy having Marie over for dinner last night?”
My stomach churned uneasily as I played with the food in my bowl. “Yeah, I guess,” I trailed off, unsure. I kept my eyes on the cereal even when I felt Dad’s gaze on me.
“I think we should do it again, don’t you?” he asked tentatively.
Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore; even though I had only eaten half of the cereal. I stood up to wash my bowl in silence. I liked her, but I didn’t like her getting into our lives like this.
How selfish can you be, Cassandra?
My heart felt tight. Dad looks happy, though. He had been smiling and making jokes during dinner, something I hadn’t seen him do in years.
I just miss Mom.
“I’m going to brush my teeth, and I think I have time to walk to school.”
Sadness flashed through his eyes as he nodded. It killed me to see him like that. Especially after seeing him smiling last night. My stomach clenched and I swallowed hard as I stood by the kitchen door. Gazing at my shoes and rubbing my scar, I murmured, “You don’t have to ask me. You can invite her whenever.”
“Did you know your mom asked both of us to be together if she wasn’t here anymore?”
His words felt like a punch to my stomach. I looked up at him as my eyes brimmed with tears. My heart started to race, and I had to swallow the lump forming in my throat. Dad watched me, assessing my reaction. I stayed silent as I worried my lip .
I did remember.
Mom had told us she wanted Marie and Dad to be together right after she found out she had cancer. Marie had been divorced for the last eight years. She didn’t have children, and so far, she hadn’t found anyone to be with.
I got it. I knew Mom didn’t want my father to end up alone.
It’s just too soon, isn’t it?
Still, what right did I have to say anything about it?
I kept quiet as I trotted to my room to get ready for the day.
The walk to school was pleasant since I wasn’t wearing so many layers of clothes now. I had let my hair down, and by the time I reached the school, it had almost dried. The large school building appeared before me as I absentmindedly moved my feet, still thinking about what my father had said.
I didn’t want to
I was pretty much oblivious to everyone around me. She had the right to hate me.
The sun was shining brightly as I started to jog back to my house. I’d never fancied running, but I liked it this time. I enjoyed how I could just get lost in the movement of my legs. I was doing this again tomorrow, for sure.
Dad was still asleep when I got back. I made coffee and jogged upstairs to take a shower. I had enjoyed wearing a sleeveless sports shirt to run, and I cringed at the thought of wearing another long-sleeved blouse. I just didn’t want people to know about my scars. But it’s so damn hot.
Sighing, I grabbed a short-sleeved black shirt and decided to be careful. I found some bracelets and decided to put them on both wrists to camouflage the scars.
As I trotted downstairs, I heard Dad in the kitchen. He was setting out cereal bowls as I walked in. He stared at me for a moment and smiled, relieved. “I thought I heard you leave before dawn,” he said as he poured the whole-grain cereal into my bowl.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep and decided to go out for a run.” I poured the milk in both bowls as he watched me dumbfounded. Lifting my shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, I took a seat at the stool and grabbed a spoon. “Apparently, I like running. I’m going to try it again tomorrow.”
“Dr. Simmons recommended that you exercise,” he mumbled to himself as he started to eat. Yeah. I did feel better. Maybe the old man did know what he was talking about.
“Dad? I have to see Amanda, Dr. Pierce, but I’m not sure I want to talk to yet another therapist at school.”
He nodded. “I’ll call your school today.” He smiled at me as his blue eyes twinkled with emotion. “You look better, honey.” After a pause he added, “Did you enjoy having Marie over for dinner last night?”
My stomach churned uneasily as I played with the food in my bowl. “Yeah, I guess,” I trailed off, unsure. I kept my eyes on the cereal even when I felt Dad’s gaze on me.
“I think we should do it again, don’t you?” he asked tentatively.
Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore; even though I had only eaten half of the cereal. I stood up to wash my bowl in silence. I liked her, but I didn’t like her getting into our lives like this.
How selfish can you be, Cassandra?
My heart felt tight. Dad looks happy, though. He had been smiling and making jokes during dinner, something I hadn’t seen him do in years.
I just miss Mom.
“I’m going to brush my teeth, and I think I have time to walk to school.”
Sadness flashed through his eyes as he nodded. It killed me to see him like that. Especially after seeing him smiling last night. My stomach clenched and I swallowed hard as I stood by the kitchen door. Gazing at my shoes and rubbing my scar, I murmured, “You don’t have to ask me. You can invite her whenever.”
“Did you know your mom asked both of us to be together if she wasn’t here anymore?”
His words felt like a punch to my stomach. I looked up at him as my eyes brimmed with tears. My heart started to race, and I had to swallow the lump forming in my throat. Dad watched me, assessing my reaction. I stayed silent as I worried my lip .
I did remember.
Mom had told us she wanted Marie and Dad to be together right after she found out she had cancer. Marie had been divorced for the last eight years. She didn’t have children, and so far, she hadn’t found anyone to be with.
I got it. I knew Mom didn’t want my father to end up alone.
It’s just too soon, isn’t it?
Still, what right did I have to say anything about it?
I kept quiet as I trotted to my room to get ready for the day.
The walk to school was pleasant since I wasn’t wearing so many layers of clothes now. I had let my hair down, and by the time I reached the school, it had almost dried. The large school building appeared before me as I absentmindedly moved my feet, still thinking about what my father had said.
I didn’t want to
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