A surge of complex emotions overwhelms me, my heart beating so fast as I try to think of what my meeting with my dear father would be.After being away for four years, I’m finally home.Stepping onto the front porch, I tap my knuckles on the door in a soft knock.There is no response after a while, and I sigh, wishing I had my house key.But when I left home, I left the house in a rush. Not willing to take anything that will tie me back home.So, like an outsider, I knock again and stand aside waiting for a response.Moments later, the door opens to reveal Olga, my childhood Nanny, who later stepped up as the housekeeper when my mother decided I was going to get spoiled if she let Olga keep pampering the hell out of me.Seeing me, Olga is momentarily stunned, her eyes widen in disbelief.“Je-Jess, you’re back?” she choked out the words, her voice trembling.Hearing that simple question, tears well in my eyes. “Olga,” I whisper, and since I’m not sure I can survive another word without
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