My heart was racing, beating so fast I could hear it. My dad was here. The man I had never met, the man I never knew.

"Why?". I whispered.

"My mom didn't say much . She asked us to dinner but there's no pressure". He took my hand in his. "We don't have to go".

I couldn't go. I wasn't ready for this. It had been eighteen years and never once had he tried to contact me.

"I-I'm not ready to face him". I had mixed emotions. I was angry but I was also sad. He didn't want me, couldn't bare to look ...