Chapter 47 Mistakes that I made

• I couldn’t remember the last time I talked to my father. Screw me, I don’t know why I had forgotten such a moment. But it was a good thing though. I was sure that we ended up arguing. It wasn’t probable, I was sure of it— It always happened. I was pretty determined to talk with him. I had already asked the Prefect, she said it was perfectly okay for him to receive visitors. 
• The door to where my father was sitting or probably lying was just opposite, staring at me and then begging to be knocked upon. I found out that I couldn’t gather the will, the zeal, to execute the idea. it was as though I wasn’t comfortable in my cloth. I looked at myself, I placed my hands on my belt and adjusted the blue denim trouser I was putting on. I just wanted to have that ‘good girl’ image my father had always wanted me to portray. I drew my red top back with my hands— an action that was meant to reduce the exposure of my cleavage. When I thought I had attained a manageable perfection, I gathered the energy once more and knocked at the door.
• “Come in, please,” I heard my father say.