Faith's Pov
The lie was a heavy burden that made it hard to breathe. For 2 days, it was all I told my father. I was so tired of pretending, but I couldn't hurt him. He thought I was happy now, truly happy. He wanted to make up for my childhood. But he did do enough.
He loved me more than anyone ever had. His strong love made me both strong and weak, making me keep the lie going. So I kept making up stories about a life I didn't have, a happiness I didn't feel.
Still, I liked remembering the good parts of my childhood with him. Even with the bad times, my childhood was bright because of him.
We fished by the river, quiet except for the water and the fish pulling on the line. He taught me how to be patient, how to understand the water, and the fun of catching fish.
We also hunted. I cou
