The second wife of our Daddy

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e it is because she is hungry and has chosen food over worrying about our father's absence. She pushes back her thick, r

a low voice. "You haven't eaten since you

ve to look over her and myself. Dad doesn't seem to have much time for us right now. I’m

tana." I sigh. "Go ahead

pective of what I say to her. I stand up from the chair and walk to the refrigerator to pour her a glass of orange juice. She takes it when I hand it to her an

Dad, aren't you?" S

ands to hide the uneasine

ay." She traces the rim of

h his numerous girlfriends instead of coming back home to his kids. I don't want these horrible thoughts that are running through my mind to run through my sister's, so I

he comes, so be it. If

id

er, since dad decides to live his wayward life, she either forbids them ‘my father’s girlfriends’ entrance or make an excuse. Her glasses looks fogged and her hair is a mess. Her dress seems creased and she adjusts it as her curious e

ch your food, Jack?

in a lazy voice, I don't giv

ve to do is say it and I will prepare something

said, my voice cold and fier

ind right now, for I know that's the best way

urself." She adjusts h

s exactly what I am go

you two about somet

u will get just before something bad happens. That unique taste at the ba

it abou

impo

t is

ve to sit down be

om." She puts her hands beh

a protective manner as we trailed behind Mrs Moore towards the sitting room. She is seated on the beautiful circular sofa and arranges the arm