Lilac

My father was the first to walk into the dining room. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. 

" My child! I missed you so much. You hate your papa these days," he said, spreading his arms. I sighed as I forced myself out of the chair to hug him. He held me dearly, kissing my hair. 

" I missed you!" he pinched my cheeks like he did when I was a child. He was delighted to see me. Nat came, too. My half-sister was giving me an attitude but soon lightened up and hugged me. 

After ...