Dionne
Sunlight was starting to come through the windows when I heard a soft, careful knock on the door.
“How was your night, honey?” he asked.
Yes, that’s my stepdad. The moment I’m around, he gets up early and makes my favorite breakfast…toast, boiled eggs, and fresh coffee. I walked over and hugged him from behind, resting my head against him.
“Morning, Daddy.”
My mom was away, so it was just me. I was on vacation too. I liked this rare, quiet time. Dad went to work during the day, and I was always alone inside this big mansion. But the nights were special. When he came home after work, we went to the beach to watch the waves. We went to different malls. Restaurants. His friends' parties. Sometimes we ended up at a local club and got lost in the crowd, or we just sat on the couch
