I knocked on the door and waited outside to hear an answer. It was almost evening, and I had changed into my sweats, deciding to stay in for the rest of the day.
“Come in,” My father said from the inside. I opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind me. My father smiled as he looked at me. He had a paper in his hand, and glasses on his nose, through which he was reading whatever.
“I hope I didn’t disturb you?” She asked him, approaching the sofa he was sitting on.
“No, My dear, how would you ever do that?” He asked, smiling. Gosh, I came here to complain but he is in such a good mood. Maybe I should try a different approach.
“About today,” I said settling onto the sofa with crossed legs, “I was wondering if we could shift back to the large number of guards that stayed outside my
