Amalia Anderson
After speaking with my father, I saw him in a different light. Not that I justify the damage, or that he doesn't need to repair it, or work to get closer to me, but now I understand, and that is better than believing he doesn´t love me. He loves me; he just doesn´t know how to show it.
I entered the penthouse and saw light in the kitchen. I made my way there and found Nick.
"Hey..." He looked at me, and I quickly walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Nick, my favorite cousin, my best friend, the comfort when I felt lonely, was there, standing in the kitchen with his head down and his shoulders slumped, defeated.
"Want to talk about it?" I asked,
"Do you want to talk about it?" he smiled, and I smiled.
"Let´s scoop some ice cream... and we can ta
