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I walk down the stairs and to the living space with my suitcase trailing behind me.

Dad along with Sandra and May were already in the living from engaging in some serious discussion. A smile crosses my lips to see dad like great again. No pale face, no clasped lips, no eye bags, nothing.

Feeling someone gaze, dad's neck swings in my direction. That warm green gaze softened, erasing the creases between his brows and a slow warm smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.

"Good morning dad," I greeted with a smile.

"Good morning love," He greeted back with a smile still on his face.

I want him to forever be happy and smile like this and not to forget he looks young with that million-dollar smile. I think I spoke a little fast. The smile he had faded and confusion crossed his features as his eyes traveled to my suitcase.

"Are you going somewhere?" Dad asks, quaking an eyebrow.

I hesitate before speaking. "Yes, dad I'm actually leaving," I managed to say.

Upon hearing those wo