'Hi mum! I'm home!' I walk in and flop down on the sofa. we went through the same routine. Dad walks out out of the kitchen and I say 'hi' He responds with a short tight nod nods and looks at me, the same way he always does. Like there's a barrier. There's something always with me that's screaming out that this man isn't my dad. Something always telling him that i'm not his daughter. I sigh and think of my dad back in Venezuela. I seem to be thinking about him alot lately. How things might have been different.
'iHola papi!'
'iSofia Hola chiquita! ?como estas?'
'Muy bien' I go to hug him and smile. This is my family. and this is my life.
****ok i don't know really weather to bother with this- but the basic line is something happens and then it doesnt really happen but it shows how the situation might have been different if her parents hadn't split up...so tel me what you think. not too sure about the title either...****
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