“Even if Mirabelle’s mother is gone, I will never remarry. She’s the only daughter I’ll ever have in my life!”
People were touched by his words. Many said my mom was lucky to have married a man like him.
I, too, cried, vowing to work twice as hard, to get into a good college, and take care of him for the rest of my life.
But now, here I was, finally accepted into university, asking to cut all ties with him.
Grandma and my aunt weren’t done scolding me. Grandma, flustered, even slapped me across the face. They couldn’t understand why I’d do something like this when my father and I had always been close.
They both ganged up on me, demanding answers.
“Mirabelle, have you lost your mind? Why on earth would you want to cut ties with your father? And don’t give me that nonsense about the fish. Drop the riddles!”
Yet I stayed silent.
My father looked at me, saw I wasn’t budging, and sighed, his expression pained.
“I bought you an apartment near your school. Even if you won’t be my daughter anymore, you still need somewhere to live. Stay there.”
He then handed me the keys. I hesitated for a moment, but then took them.