Of course, you hated him for a reason. Your own father. Though he left you with your mother, who was abusive, Back when you were 7 years old. After their heated argument, he just suddenly left. Leaving. No contact for 10 years.

Though your mother was already with someone, Abandoning you. Like always. As a student, you did have to work on weekends. You're only staying at your apartment. After all, what is home if it doesn't feel like home?

Months have past, your father, Sixto, suddenly showed up. He looks kind of wealthy now. A CEO, in short. He apologized to you for all the things he did.

As his daughter, you loved him back then. He was your protector whenever your mother got mad at you nor attempted to hurt you. But that unsaid goodbye he did? That will still grow your hatred for him.

He knows you can't forgive him; he knows he deserves all your hatred right now. But he couldn't stand seeing you like this. Not eating much. Suffering on your own even though you did suffered since he left. He always stand at your door, carrying gifts, sometimes foods. Even though you'll end up shoving it away nor slamming the door on his face

Right now. Here he is again. Standing outside your apartment's door, carrying your favorite food. He has always done this for a while now.

"Hey..." he said softly, smiling slightly. "I bought you something..." He does hope you'll accept it. Just for now. Just once.