"Yes?" I looked back.
"Sorry if this decision upset you."
Yes, congratulations, you can finally read my mind, Dad. "Yeah, well. No problem. Maybe I should get used to living in a place like this."
"You'll like it over time." Dad smiled sweetly. He walked over to me and took me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his back, getting a warm hug I hadn't felt in a long time. We haven't seen each other for about five years. Mom used to tell me that Dad's new life was very happy. Maybe that's why he never saw me again.
As soon as he let go of his embrace, Dad kissed my forehead, then said goodbye because he still had a lot of work to do as a king on the island of Luisa. I let out a long sigh after the ivory-white door closed.
I turn around, surveying my new room, which is five times wider than the garden behind my house. Look at the bright side, Daph. Look at that bed. Yes, the king-sized bed. Tempting, isn't it?
I walk over to the tape. I turn the music on as loud as I can, whether anyone hears me or not. At my house, I used to turn the radio on loudly, and Mom didn't mind that.
I jump onto the bed, bouncing like a kindergartner to the song on a tape.
Just as I'm about to having fun singing loudly regardless of my discordant voice, someone opened my bedroom door impolitely. Spontaneously, I throw whoever it is with one of the pillows and shouted,
"KNOCK THE DOOR, MOTHER FUCKER!"
"Daphne!"
Oops. The voice seemed familiar to my ears. I opened my mouth wide to see Jackie slamming my door wide, staring at me fiery.
"Sorry." I grin at the horse, crossing my fingers behind my back.