'The Other Side of It All.'
When she first came to California, she came directly to Los Angeles.
She didn't know how to find him at all. She didn't know if he even wanted to be found.
So instead, she went to her house. To her old house. She broke in through one of the ground floor windows, and stayed in the darkness of the isolated house for days surrounding herself with comfort of old memories, her mind running into lucrative imaginations of everything she could be and she could have had, and then reality that she didn't.
And then, on one evening stroll, she saw them.
She saw him.
Her father.
He wasn't the same person she remembered anymore.
There was grey in his blond hair and wrinkles in his all charming face too, but one thing that didn't change were his eyes. She got her eyes
