A lesson
It was one of the worst days in her life. As she sat down inking the pages of her diary, she saw her father peep through the half-open door. "Why the hell does he do that? He always said he trusts me and yet I find him peeping in my room every now and then. Damn this perfect life of mine!" she whisper-yelled to herself. Sighing heavily she continued writing and then she heard him again "Baby girl, grandma needs something, can you help her out ?" Urgh!! It was one of the ways he dragged her out of her room she kept herself locked in. "Yeah coming" she shouted on top of her voice making it pretty clear how pissed off she was. Nevertheless, she has to be polite with elders, gulping down the rage she politely asked what she had to do. She then started untangling her grandmother's hair when she heard her brother "Dad, can I buy this? " he said showing something on his phone. A smile crept on her father's face as he said " yeah...