|Tamara|
"Are you going somewhere?"
I was immediately distracted to hear daddy's voice. Our eyes immediately met as he entered the dining hall. Daddy’s eyes ran down at the attire I was wearing before he looked back at me.
“You’ll play?” he asked. I immediately smiled back at him and nodded.
“Yeah, I guess so. I suddenly missed swinging my club. It feels like ages since I have last swung this,” I tell him, holding my club higher and closer to my chest. Holding it feels nostalgic.
“I guess you’re right. It feels like it has been ages since I saw you in that attire holding your club,”
I’m currently wearing my usual golf attire: a sleeveless white top and white shorts. I paired my dress with white running shoes. I was even a little surprised that my clothes could still fit me! It's
