My boring life

Dianne's P.O.V

I arrived home after another day of tiring lectures. I opened the door to my father's condo and I walked in .Dad wasn't home yet, probably still in the hospital .I went to my room to take a shower and I heard my phone ringing. It was a call from dad and I picked immediately.

"hello sweetie, how are you doing ?"

"I'm good" I answered

"let me guess , you're home alone as usual" dad said .

Here he goes again

"Dianne, why can't you be like most girls your age, who go to party's and have fun unlike you who just sit at home, doing only God knows what"

Seriously??

"don't you have friends you can hang out with?" dad asked

"dad, I have friends...or friend... whatever it doesn't matter" I told him

"It actually does"

"Dad really?"

I don't exactly have friends, don't get me wrong I'm not a lonely or a friendless loser. I talk to people on campus (kind of ) but they are not close to the extent of calling them my friends.

But I have a friend who's really close to me , we are course mates and we communicate on a much deeper level. He's the guy who always have my back , my bestie, Austin . He's an african american , super crazy and fun fact he's gay.

"Dad can we not talk about this right now" I was getting bored of his advice.

"Dianne you really need to ....."

" Okay dad , love you too , byeeee" I cut him off and hung up immediately.

I got out of my room and into the kitchen to make dinner for I and my dad. I'm an only child and I lost my mum when I was thirteen, so dad is basically my only family .

Dinner was ready but I had to wait for my dad, we always have dinner together.

In no time I heard the sound door creaking and saw dad dropping his keys.

"Hi honey" dad walked towards me and kissed my hair.

We settled in the dining room to have dinner. The table was pretty quite so I decided to break the silence.

"so dad...how was work today?"

"good as always...well not always. It's not good when we lose a patient..like when your....."

"dad don't say 'mum '. It was a long time ago and it wasn't your fault , I've said that before and I'm going to keep saying it. okay? " I told him ,dad always blame himself for mum death.

Maybe I shouldn't have talked about his work. Dad is a world class doctor, there are a million things I don't like about dad's profession. The first and simplest thing ; his job is the definition of grosssss.

I and dad had dinner in peace and I did the dishes before going to bed.