Relax, Avery, it might not be as bad as you think,” My dear father said as he moved around the living room, checking if everything was in place like he wanted.I whined. “Yeah… but, Dad, it might not be bad for you. It would be fabulous for you, on the other hand, na-uh, I'm already dreading this.”He sighed and sat on the couch beside me, “Honey, I know it's not easy for you, but can you please try for me?”I looked at his face; at 46, he looked like someone in their fifties. Work and responsibilities have made him older than his actual age, especially after the divorce.I blinked my blue eyes at his matching ones, “I guess, but Dad, I can't guarantee anything. Like you know that I want this for you and I'm happy for you, but it's just a big change, and I'm just not sure if I'll be able to adapt to it,” I replied, knowing very well that he knew my fears.He met Carla, his fiancée, last year on Christmas.She is a good lady, 43, and a single mother.Has a body to die for, thanks to he
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