Chap-39*My Dear Old Dad*

After father had spent some time with her, he sat down whilst Hope got distracted with the swings and the slides ahead of us. There were other pack members in the park as well, so Hope was busy with the kids.

“She is very creative and social,” Dad complimented her, watching her play, “She must have got it from you. You were never shy of spilling your thoughts, always ready to argue for your rights and others,” he recalled the memories from my childhood and laughed a little.

“I remember you---,” I was unconsciously going to indulge in the conversation when my heart split open at the reminder of our past and last memories together.

“You can share your heart and thoughts with me, you know!” Father held my hand and kissed the back of it. I felt his tears touching my skin, tears of regret. Well, it made me teary-eyed.

“I did once, remember?” It was so hard to say those few words, “I --- I didn&r