"Sydney what's wrong?" Sara asked, alarmed at the fact that Sydney was
returning by herself her. "Where's your father?"
Sydney gave a weak smile and told her, "He went for another walk."
Sara walked over and placing her hand on Sydney's arm, she asked, "What happened, dear?"
"Aunt Sara, please don't ask," she told her. She couldn't tell her the truth and she refused to lie to her.
"Alright Sydney, but I want you to know that if you ever want to talk, I'm here." Sara told her as she gave her a hug.
That seemed to be all that Sydney needed to hear. Before she knew what was happening she was walking around the room, letting out a tirade about her father. "It's just that my father has a problem with sharing certain things. You would think that after all these years I could accept that fact, without getting up set."
The more she spoke, the more animated she became with her arms. "But then these last two days I thought that maybe, just maybe, he would start to be more open, or at least not so closed up."
Then she turned around and started to point out that once again she was wrong about him. She wasn't able to finish her thought because Jack appeared in the doorway.
Everyone's attention turned to him as he spoke to Sydney. "Sydney, you were right. They deserve to know. I'll tell them, but I need your help."
Sydney walked over to Jack and weaving her arm around his, she said, "I'll help you.
Sydney gave a weak smile and told her, "He went for another walk."
Sara walked over and placing her hand on Sydney's arm, she asked, "What happened, dear?"
"Aunt Sara, please don't ask," she told her. She couldn't tell her the truth and she refused to lie to her.
"Alright Sydney, but I want you to know that if you ever want to talk, I'm here." Sara told her as she gave her a hug.
That seemed to be all that Sydney needed to hear. Before she knew what was happening she was walking around the room, letting out a tirade about her father. "It's just that my father has a problem with sharing certain things. You would think that after all these years I could accept that fact, without getting up set."
The more she spoke, the more animated she became with her arms. "But then these last two days I thought that maybe, just maybe, he would start to be more open, or at least not so closed up."
Then she turned around and started to point out that once again she was wrong about him. She wasn't able to finish her thought because Jack appeared in the doorway.
Everyone's attention turned to him as he spoke to Sydney. "Sydney, you were right. They deserve to know. I'll tell them, but I need your help."
Sydney walked over to Jack and weaving her arm around his, she said, "I'll help you.