Goodbye, My Yesterday
When he looked up again, I was already several paces ahead.
The ocean shimmered under the sunlight, waves glinting like scattered glass as the breeze carried the briny scent of salt.
I walked slowly, my voice steady as I said, "Since you managed to find me, you must have heard that my dad isn't a farmer. He just didn't approve of us being together. Back then, when you asked, I said he was a farmer without thinking much of it."
He nodded. "I've heard Mr. Gomez's name plenty of times, but I never imagined he was your dad."
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