Tired Of

LUNA

I was just looking outside when the door to my room slowly opened. When I looked at it, Dad's worried face flashed at me.

"Luna? I cooked breakfast. Eat first." He said.

"Thanks, Papa." I got up and leaned on the headboard of my bed. Dad placed the tray on my lap.

He leaned over me and wiped the tear from my cheek. "I wish I can take away the pain and burden you're feeling right now, sweetheart."

"Papa, am I unlovable? I feel like I'm just a waste of space." I whispered.

He stroked my hair. He smiled to relieve me. "Don't think that, daughter. If you're unlovable, your mother won't sacrifice her life just to give birth to you. I'm just a jerk for not treating you like she wanted me to. I regret the days that I ignored you, I'm sure Dylan will wake up to the truth too. Now, eat your food. Maybe my grandson is hungry. "

I looked at it. I saw the love and concern in his eyes. "Papa, I love you."