AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.Before I knew to ask why he stared so much, he walked over to me, those eyes that once regarded me with contempt, anger, and hatred, now filled with… was that love? He seemed to be gentle all of a sudden, so calm, too. “Child……my child.” He started, his tone soft.Dad reached out, his fingers trembling with clear hesitation as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch made my stomach twist into a knot of pure revulsion. Five minutes ago, I was corrupt. I was the seed of a vile ex-wife. Now, I was his child… someone to be cherished.If I had been humiliated here, this shell of a father would never have acted this way. He would have joined the bandwagon to hurt me, to embarrass me, to kick me out of his life yet again. I glared at him, searching my heart for even a bit of love or affection for him. No matter how long, how hard I searched, I found nothing.Daddy was dead….Armando was the man standing before me, and we could never be as we used to.
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