"What is going on here?"

“Do you want to tell me about this person?” he asked, his tone softening.

“Uh, no! I mean, not now. When the right time comes,” I mumbled, clearing my throat awkwardly.

My father furrowed his brows, staring at me for a few seconds before he said, “Alright, baby, I'll be leaving in a few hours.” His frown was replaced with a warm smile.

“You're traveling?” I asked. He giggled.

“No, honey, I meant I'll be leaving for work in a few hours,” he mumbled.

“Oh,” I sighed in relief. “Me too,” I said.

“Alright, baby, let me leave you to that. I'll be in my room,” he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. Finally.

Although my father wasn't the same bubbly, cheerful dad I knew or wanted back, his kiss gave me reassurance. Whatever he is going through, I hope it gets resolved. (sigh)

I watched my father leave my room as he gently closed the door. I immediately jumped out of bed, heading to the bathroom. My father had taken most of my time, but it was worth it.

A few minutes later, I