“You know that guy is no good!”
«Here we go again…» I though after his complaining.
“Dad! I’m going to New York with him!” I finally said wanting to finish all that fighting!
“No you ain’t!” he yelled.
“Dad… I’ve already sent the papers to New York fashion Institute… So I’m going…”
I looked at him coldly while he looked at the floor, he didn’t say a word. After a long break he said with sadness in his voice .
“Do what you want…” I started feeling guilty again “If you wanna go, just leave.” He continued. “But when you go just remember… I won’t take you back, I won’t take you as my daughter… If you leave don’t even bother coming back.” He was speaking his heart, so sure about that he was that I wouldn’t even put a question, he would never turn back in his words… He meant all that…
“Dad…” I said in the guiltiest voice I ever had.
“Just go to your room…”
“But…”
“Go!” he interrupted me yelling, and I just obeyed…
“Okay…” I said picking up my bag.
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