Now here is the next chapter. Still early stages in the storyline so stick with it. I have a few chapters written but still needing to write a few more. You would think that having a sprained ankle would get me some time off to slow down- but nope, still running around (actually it's more of a side awkward limp. I'm told it's amusing to watch).
For Sue 1313 much appreciation for the reviewing and suggestions. You'll have to wait for the next chapter and let me know if it was acceptable *laughs*. And another thankyou for all the people that take time out to write me a few lines, I know it can be tiresome.
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"Bah, I'm going to go insane" she says, "There are too many boxes for a single person."
"Well I told you this when you were packing. Only take the necessities I said."
He took a quick glance at her before putting yet another box down, "This is too difficult you should come back home," he says under his breath.
"Daddy, you know I love you. But this is where I am meant to be now. It's my turn to make a life here. Here in this crazy city I can do good work. I will."
She says in earnest stopping everything to look at him. "And plus Grandda went to all this trouble of finding such a beautiful and convenient apartment for me, it would be rude to refuse half way through moving in, wouldn't it?" pointing a faint smile and raised eyebrow her father's way.
He only humphed in returned and turned back to the box he had started to unpack. "I know kiddo, won't stop me from missing you though."
He felt strange watching his son and granddaughter interact with such love. It was never a relationship that he had felt with his own son. He loved him but never thought to express it as his son was now.
He felt like an intruder, but he wondered if eventually he could interact with them as they are now?
Could he become a part of their lives?
Thinking that he walked through the door announcing this was the last box and the truck had left.
With which his granddaughter had replied with a groan and while lost somewhere within the box she was unpacking, gave a heartfelt yell "I hate unpacking".
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Well?
