I was sitting in my room crying to myself when my father entered the room and saw me sobbing and trying to wipe off my tears immediately.
He looked at me in amazement and asked what are those, little brat. That is not my kid.
I looked at him and faked a smile on his comment and said that i had a fight with my bestfriend which he obviously did not believe in the first place.
I got up to wash my face but he interrupted stating something that went skin deep. Something that I wanted to hear maybe.
His words were brutal without kindness and said in the most rational way.
He said, ' If those tears are for a boy, He is not the one, little one.'
I never made you cry and so i deserve the same from that one guy you want to be with.
I stood still for a while then smirked for I knew now what I was otherwise not willing to accept.