A Day with "Papa"

It was a day I knew would come but I never wanted to think of it.

When I went downstairs for breakfast that morning, a bald-headed Japanese man was sipping on some coffee while looking over a tablet.

My heart froze and shat shit all over my chest cavity. An invisible barrier had been erected that prevented me from proceeding. My lips glued shut and it took everything within me to think as my mind pulled a blank.

In the end, the only thing I could think of was tiptoeing as quietly as possible back upstairs.

I'm a ninja. A ninja. My relatives always told me I was creepy since I made no sound, randomly appearing out of nowhere. I am silence, I am stealth!

Turns out I was a fraud. No, just a big fish in a pond.

"Good Morning..."

I was instantly spotted!

My heart froze as I stiffly turned around.

"Amara...was it?" He was looking at me, but he was wearing sunglasses.

I couldn't read his expressions so the knob on my anxiety began to skyrocket.

"Y-yes."

A silence passed. "Ah!" I b