My Best Friend's Father
“Bye, Papi.”
“Gia—Gianna! Gianna, come on, talk to me.” I call her again and again, but she doesn’t respond. After a few minutes of silence, I grunt and back off. I’d hoped she’d calm down by now or at least hear me out. I sigh and turn to head back to my car. I slip in, start the engine, and drive off. I don’t know where to go now. I guess I’ll head home; even if it’s lonely, it’s better than driving around aimlessly. Plus, I might have to get used to being alone—a thought that brings me immense pain.