12. Father

By Rose Strailo

He was there when I came home. Looking at my tear streaked face, he frowned softly. Not saying a single word, he opened his arms to me, letting me fall into their warmth and sob out the pain of the betrayal.
He is the one man in my life that I knew wouldn’t betray me. He was my father and he was my support as my world crumbled under me.

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