Happy Jubilo

When we arrive at my aunt's house everyone is gathered in the living room waiting for us, including my father... and his new girlfriend.

There is a slight childish feeling of resentment that builds inside of me when I see them holding hands, but I immediately force myself to push that feeling down. My father is a man… an alive and not that old man. He has a right to feel love again. My mother is no longer here and this doesn't hurt her.

I just have to be happy for him.

The two of them are the first to approach us. My father looks tanner and chubbier than usual, he looks good.

"This is Ruth," he introduces her to me, with a little nervousness. Ruth is a short woman with warm, kind eyes... and she smells like an omega. That's a fact he'd been holding back, for fear of being called a hypocrite, I imagine. I don't make a big deal of it, I take Ruth's hand as a greeting but she goes for a hug, so I receive it.

"Hi, Ruth. It's so nice to finally meet you," I say, patting her back, "My fat