Dad asked my brothers to leave us for some time and I was pretty nervous because I knew but this conversation could entail. l didn't want to talk about my k********g or what happened there. l just couldn't as yet.
He just woke up and l didn't have the strength to tell him that I was leaving or at least that I want to leave for a little bit, and how could l. Dad was used to having my annoying self always around him and l didn't want to take that from him but at the same time it is imperative that l leave this place.
"so how are you really "dad asked. l couldn't help but smile because he knew me better than everyone else. He knew that my smile was fake before even told him. Maybe leaving wasn't going to be such a bad thing, maybe he could come with me.
"I am not okay but I'll live "I said
