It was late at night when my father finally knocked at my door. I knew he had wanted me to stay up, and therefore I was still fully dressed. I stood up as he entered the room. He looked around with his usual indifferent expression. I don’t know what he was looking for, and I don’t know if he found it. He took a couple of steps closer, before he stopped in the middle of the room.
“You were late.”
“I know father, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I heard my excuses stumble out of my mouth, but he silenced me with a raised hand.
“I am very disappointed.”
I felt my coração drop...
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