"Aera you don't understand." Her father said slowly, walking over to her.
She held out her hand to stop him, "what don't I understand? After everything I've been through was lying to me really necessary?" She asked.
"You have to understand, I only lie because I want to protect you" her father insisted.
"Protect me? Protect me?! Woah... I hate hearing that. Who do all these men think they are trying to control me life for me?" She asked respectfully. "Why do you have to protect me? You haven't done it for ten years, why start now? I'm no longer a child father, I'm 25 incase you forgot. I don't need your 'protection'" she spat.
Her father scoffed, "yeah and what a nice job you did all on your own."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She frowned.
"What it means is that from being a top notch actress you're a dead refugee."
Jessie jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wow, father, low blow."
"Look Aera-"
