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"My dad," I sighed. "He broke his promise. He called me in the middle of the night, and he was drunk."
"I'm sorry," she said, sympathetically. "That must have been hard to witness after he promised you he will be clean."
"It's just the same thing, over and over again," I buried my face in my hands. "Every time I believe he will make some progress, he is back to square one."
"Do you think he just does this to get a reaction out of you?"
My head shot up and I looked at her with a quizzical expression. "He's killing himself, Kathy. He has a problem."
"I am not denying that" she conceded softly. "But I meant... I mean, what else explains why he would call you when he is in that state? Maybe he wanted to hear some words of reassurance from you. Did you give him that?"
"I hung up on him," I admitted, pushing down the guilt I felt.
"I see," she frowned. "Maybe the best approach would have been to listen to him."
"Why is that my responsibility?" I said, getting defensive. "He is supposed to be the stable father figure in my life. Why should I be the one to provide reassurance?"
"Dylan, sometimes life doesn't turn out like how we want it to, and personal demons get the best of us," she explained. "I could tell that he really did want to fix his relationship with you. But maybe he needs more help."
"Whose side are you on?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Yours. Always," she replied without missing a beat. "But I can also see how much this bothers you. Maybe it's time to look at things from a different perspective. He is human, after all. And we all make mistakes."
"I am not sure if I am as compassionate as you," I admitted, avoiding her gaze, and looking down at the floor instead.
"It's not about just being compassionate. It's about working with what you have," she scooted over closer to me and wrapped her arm around me.
I leaned into her touch, realizing that I felt much better now. "I just wish that things were easier."
"I know," she sighed. "But we know life isn't fair and we just have to work with what we got."
"How do you..." I hesitated to find the right set of words. "How do you remain so calm? It's like you're wise beyond your years."
She shrugged. "I just try to focus on what I can change, versus what I cannot."
Her brown eyes bore into mine as she said the words and at that moment, I felt a rush of pure affection for the woman in front of me. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against my chest.
"Thank you," I whispered into her ear. "You always know the right thing to say to me.”
She rested her head against my chest, and I didn’t want to let her go. I snaked a hand under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin.
“I need you,” I repeated to her. But this time, it was clear that the type of comfort I needed was not just her kind words.
She looked up, meeting my gaze.
“Are you sure?” she asked. Another wave of affection for her washed over me. She was concerned about me, even though I had disturbed her at a late hour.
“Yes,” I began toying with her bra strap under her shirt. “I need you.”
She bit down on her lip. She made her decision quickly and next moment, she put both her hands in the air so I could take off her shirt with ease.
Now left with just the bra, I couldn’t help but gawk at the sight. No matter how many times I got to see her breasts, it was still amazing each time. They were like blossoming flowers.
I slowly moved my hands over to her breasts. She was quiet. I unhooked her bra and threw it behind her. Suddenly, my hands were everywhere. Touching, sucking, groping whatever I could get my hands on.
She let out a moan as my tongue drew little circles around her nipples.
“Go down on me,” she breathed.
