Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
Love After Divorce
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
You know those days when a family secret begins? Those cold windy nights when a stranger would walk into the veranda, and wait for either or both of your parents, without knocking. Then your parents would meet with him or her and they would talk in low tones and argue in gruff voices. Those nights you’d strain your ears trying to decipher what’s being said and by whom.
But this time, there is a little twist.
That period mummy had been away on a visitation. She hugged me and wiped away my tears when I cried to join her the day she was leaving.
After explaining to me that her mother, my grandma, was sick, she took her black leather travelling bag and exited through the door.
That day was when daddy started behaving oddly. I was only eight but I could notice the way he skipped his meals and withdrew to himself.
Normally, I was homeschooled by mummy, but with her gone, daddy had to fill-in.
On the first day of class I arranged my books and utensils needed, then waited for daddy. Not lasting up to three minutes, I went in search for him. Quietly climbing up the stairs and walking over to his room with my teddy in hand, I wondered what must have made him late for our first class.
I raised my hand to push his door open but stopped halfway as I caught a glimpse of him standing in front of his dresser with a sad face. He fidgeted with the whiteboard marker in his hand as he gazed at the picture on the dresser table. He looked up again at the mirror and saw my reflection. That was when he turned around with a huge smile.
“Hey! “ he beamed at me.
I smiled back and turned to leave. Daddy followed behind and so did the thoughts that clouded my mind as I walked back to the backyard garden.
With the way he had gazed at the picture of mummy, I felt he only missed her, and my little mind didn’t think beyond that line.
Of course mummy was the very jovial type who would lit up the room as soon as she steps in. She seemed to fill every space in daddy’s life. They really knew how to cooperate well with each other. Surely, with their level of closeness he would miss her like she was gone forever.
He held a huge smile as he walked towards me.
“Who’s ready for her first class with daddy?” he asked, grinning.
I laughed. His grin was infectious.
“This isn’t the first time you’re teaching me, dad.”
He turned to look at me then turned back as he bent to drop the marker on the table. “Really? You know, since mum left I’ve never had the time to teach you.”
“And I’m sorry for that. I just couldn’t help it. I’ve been busy, “ he explained.
“Yeah,” I smiled, “but what I meant to say is that you teach me everyday. You’re my role model.”
He looks at me for some seconds as if surprised by the just discovered fact, then laughs and shakes his head in humor.
Three months had passed without a call from mummy. I was sure she hadn’t called because if she did she would’ve wanted to speak to me. But daddy had tried to keep a good mood. He didn’t want me to get worried, so he made excuses for her each time I asked.
Truly, he was my role model.
Now back to this day, when I found out about the secret.
I had finished my classes with dad. He made dinner, and after we ate, he tucked me into bed.