Jean walked up the stairs to her bedroom. The muscles in her neck tightened as she cried. Seeing her father so soft was refreshing. For years she had yearned to see his impenetrable shell crack, to see an opening. They would have fun together but all she really wanted to hear was a kind word or two from him.
She remembered when she was a child, she would watch Catherine sit upon her father’s lap hugging and laughing. It made her hate Anthony, they couldn’t even hug without it feeling normal because the lack of it. Then after a few years she began to realize that some people just have a hard time showing their feelings, it didn’t mean he didn’t love her.
She remembered when she was a child, she would watch Catherine sit upon her father’s lap hugging and laughing. It made her hate Anthony, they couldn’t even hug without it feeling normal because the lack of it. Then after a few years she began to realize that some people just have a hard time showing their feelings, it didn’t mean he didn’t love her.