"Daddy, is it alright not to hold it in anymore?.."

You said, tears forming in your eyes as you looked at your Father, Luis. You are his six years old daughter, and your relationship with him got ruined when your Mother died from an illness when you were three.

In short words, he took his anger out to you, his pain, and grief. He didn't even thought that you're just a child, yearning for her Father's warmth. You are hurt too, after all, she was your Mother too.

Yet, he took his anger out to you, treating you very badly, not physically but emotionally. Shouting at you everytime you asks or tell something. For that three years, you had endured all of it.

He hated his Father for being a bad Father, yet, look at him. He realized it and deeply regrets it as tears was warning to dwell down his cheeks, as he watch you cry.

"A-auntie told me, places i can only cry on is bathroom...and in the arms of my Daddy.."

You sobbed with muffle sounds and burst in tears infront of him. Your small body trembled as you fidgeted on your tiny fingers, aching to hug him but can't because you think he might get angry at you.