I finally found myself seated in my fathers’ study, and although I felt overjoyed to be here, I got the impression that this was the last place that my father wanted to be. He seemed to be quite unhappy, the frown on his face being more than enough of an indication of his emotions. And what made it even better, was the fact that I hadn’t even begun to tell him anything. We were simply just sitting here for now.
Would his expression be the same once he learned of everything? Or would it get worse? Would he be relieved or insulted? What was going to happen? I had no way of predicting anything, and I didn’t think that I would find one. The only option was to actually start speaking and to see what happened then. I would have to deal with it as it came. Which might not have been ideal to any
