Emma’s POV

There are different kinds of love in this world, but how come there’s only one pain?

”Wow! What a miracle to see my evil daughter here,” my father’s first words when he got the telephone that connects from the other line.

I look at him plainly. Without any emotion, I stared at him with no sense of empathy.

”I am not like you,” I uttered. He laughed and his piano-like teeth showed up.

”It’s been what? A year since I came here? This is the first time you visited ...