Chapter 23: Childhood dreams
Rose couldn’t stand there anymore. Finally, she found her confidence. She took a deep breath and walked toward her dad. She shifted the chair and took a seat beside him.
"How are you doing, honey? How is your kid?"
Her dad immediately smiled kindly at her, his smile charming. Though in his forties, he looked very young and handsome with his blonde hair.
She scratched her hair, even though it wasn’t itchy, and answered, "I’m fine, Dad, and he’s fine too. He’s at school."
She seemed calm on the surface, but her heart was racing. Finally, she had a proper conversation with him without stuttering.
"Go on, talk. Don’t be nervous. We’re here to talk about your new living space, right?" her dad said, looking at her. It seemed he had observed her closely and read her body language. She thought she wasn’t being too obvious, but her awkwardness still showed.
Thinking about the chance of moving houses, she screamed in her heart, telling herself to focus and not mess things up.
"Yes, Dad, we are here to talk about it." Rose cleared her throat and started speaking.
Her dad nodded in response to her words. His eyes were serious, like he was deeply immersed in thought about what she had said.