I walked inside the room with a smile.
"Father," I said in a soft tone. My eyes lingered at the side where I could see my father staring at me. He did not wait any longer as he got up from the seat walking toward me.
"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" My father looked at me up and down before his eyes moved towards Andrew who was standing there.
I could sense that he wanted to say a lot of things to him. Maybe scold Andrew too but when he saw the bandage he took a deep breath before asking, "Are you okay."
Andrew nodded his head, "Just a small injury."
How could Andrew say that this was a small injury? Getting one of your layers peeled off was a small thing? Of course not. It could not be. Why would Andrew even say that? But somewhere in the back of my mind, I know why Andrew might have said the things he said.
