The day I met you

Time flew fast I am already home. I didn't see Robin afterwards I guess that's a good thing. When I went inside my apartment. I went inside my room and just put my bag at the bean bag chair and went inside the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the shower and I just listened at the sound of it while it hits my face. The sound is soothing for me it brings me back to the time when it was my dad's funeral we had to go to his hometown because it said on hid will that he wanys to get burried there. It was also the day I met him . I just walked in the rain blaming myself for what just happened. I just walked and walked until I reached a playground and I just sat on a swing.

"Hey, you're gonna get yourself sick if you just sit there." a boy at my age said. And I just looked at him. He then went near me to share his umbrella.

"Did your dad get mad at you?" he asked. As he mentioned my dad I cried really hard.

"Hey hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry. Please don't be sad." he then tried to stop the tears from flowing by wiping it with his other hand. He held my hand and led me to the slide.

"There! We don't need the umbrella now." he looked at me. At that time I already stopped crying.

"Why were you crying?" he asked.

"D-dad dd-died bec-cause of me." I tried not to cry again because it's embarrassing but I couldn't help it.

"Well I 'll help you to be happy then."

"How?"

"This is my playground, I even wonder how you entered but it's clearly fate." he held his fist up and looked at me. I giggled at him.

"There we go I made you laugh. Come I' ll let you stay at my house."

"Okay."

My thoughts were disturbed by my phone. My phone rang and rang. I rushed out of the shower and wore my bathrobe and accepted the call.

"Hello who's this?"

"Jarah, it's me." the voice said. Now I know who you are.

"Why did you call! What do you want!" I screamed at her.

"I just wanted to visit you, Yvette told me you have-"

"Don't you dare call me again." and I ended the call I was getting scared by the minute until my fear turned into rage. I tried calm myself. I went to my desk and started to do my job as a colorist for a comic. I chose this part time job so I can clear my mind fron everything. Even though my father's will states that I will recieve millions of dollars I didn't care. I don't the money I just want my dad back.