AMELIA

　　　 “My father? If my father is alive where is he all this time? Why he hasn’t shown up when I was in trouble?” I stared at her and Samarah in disbelief. 

　　　While my excitement in meeting my father was off the roof, there was something they were not telling me. The way they looked at me, it almost sympathetic or put me on a pedestal.

　　　 “Amelia.” Zarah held my arm, trying to calm ...