Ember

The sudden sharpness in my father’s voice as he addressed me, felt a thunder strike into my heart. For all my years of existence, I was seen as the apple of his eyes. He always looked at me with a deep fawn and dotted looks. Even my mother severely expressed jealousy about our close bond.

“If I didn’t know better, I would have said You love your daughter more than me. Your wife.” She pouted, but every time she said this. My father will remain unfazed, letting out a soft chuckle ...