Vanessa
My father doesn't move from his spot, he's still there, in front of me like a wall, like a constant judgment I can't escape.
And I… I'm still standing, feeling small. More than I'd like to admit.
He takes a deep breath, as if he's holding back, as if he's carefully choosing what to say.
"I'll give you ten days."
I look up, confused.
"Ten days to decide what to do with your life."
I blink…
Ten days, it sounds short, it sounds like pressure, it sounds like him.
"I hope this time you're smart enough…"
His tone doesn't change, it remains firm, harsh.
"I hope you rethink your path… And that you tell me what you're going to do."
My throat goes dry.
"Otherwise…"
He pauses, and there he is.
"I'll come for you."
I feel the blow, direct.
"Because, even though I want to leav
