Dad read a note with a clear audible voice and soon after he completed reading the poem, he lifted his aspect slightly upward direction and fixed his grey eyes at me while I confusedly blinked my eyes at him in a nervous state.
The room was drenched in a dead drop silence and his lips formed in a thin line while he folded the paper and released a long sigh.
"I know, my poem does not rhyme properly, but I wrote-" Out of the blue, without my realization, I felt a firm yet soft grip on my wrist and suddenly, I was pull off ahead while I gasped. "Aah!" And before I realize, I was in the arms of dad and dumbfoundedly, I blink my eyes. Shortly, I sensed a peck on my head.
The moment dad heard me, he fixed his eyes on me and his pink lips formed in the shape of a smile and quickly he frowns his brows at me and asked surprisingly. "Oh, really? What is it?" While he gave a peck on Grazie's cheek.
