Old wounds

“Is that you, Father?” Crystal asked and the man paused slightly before turning towards her direction.

From the way he narrowed his eyes, she could tell he doesn’t recognize her.

“Who are you?” He asked cautiously and her eyebrows raised immediately, he had forgotten her, but had it been that long?

Yes, it has… after all it had been twelve years already, twelve years has passed since he woke up one morning and left them, never to return.

“You don’t recognize me anymore? Father?” She asked again, discerning that he might just be his lookalike and not her real father, she was about to tell him she made a mistake when he snapped his fingers. “I think—”

“Cassandra?” His eyes softens and he smiled. “Look how tall you are now, the last time I saw you, you were about like this.”

He gestured with his hands; he was smiling but she could feel the force in his smile; everything about his energy was forced, she wasn’t sure maybe he knew who she was from the start and he was just pretendi