Victoria's POV
When I heard the bell ring that signaled for our recess, I got out of our classroom in haste, pulled out my phone, and dialed my dad's number. As usual, I felt so frustrated when his phone kept ringing; on my third attempt, I released a deep sigh of relief when I heard my dad's baritone voice on the other line.
"Hello, Victoria, what can I do, for you, my dear?" He asked, and I felt frustrated that he didn't even ask how am I doing, but I knew he always had spies all around me, and I could tell he knew my every move.
"Hi, Dad, do you have a sec?" I asked, and my father laughed, and I realized how much I missed my parents.
"Of course, sweetheart, I always find time for you." He said, and I am afraid if he will bid goodbye before I can even tell him what I want.
"What do you want, Victoria?" He asked, and it took me a while before I finally got the courage to speak with my father.
