CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Nikki was gone and so was Hussein. Sat before me was a man I had not seen in three weeks. He was at the head of the dining table, sitting all too confidently as the head of this small family. If that wasn't a sorry case for entitlement, I don't know what else is.

Dad was a small man, no taller than me and I was five five. My mom was the tall one and that was just one part of me picking the wrong genes. My mom had skin light enough, she could turn red but my dad took to the extreme opposite to look blacker than the midnight. Hence, me with the very dark melanin shade. We looked too alike to be this far apart.

"So what did Nikki say to drag you out to see your precious daughter?" I asked with a grin but I wasn't joking.

I truly wanted to know what those magical words were, the younger me who actively seek out every means to get him to come home, would be so amazed on what she had missed out on.

I had asked Nikki that same questions but she only said,

"Your dad isn't a cold hearted