'A father's tears and fears are unseen, his love is unexpressed but his care and protection remains as a pillar of strength throughout our lives'
~ Ama H Vanniarachchy
Nicole's P.O.V.
After my step-mother left the room, my dad sat down next to me on the bed and grabbed hold of my hand holding it in between both of his on his lap as he looked at me with a pained and happy smile.
"How are you feeling, my princess?"
"Like crap"
I said with a smile as I let out a sigh.
"My body feels like it's been put through a wood chipper before being repeatedly run over by an eighteen wheeler"
"That's not surprising really considering everything that you've been through, kiddo"
He said through gritted teeth as his grip on my hand tightened slightly.
I briefly narrowed my eyes to our entwined hand
