"Come down, you can get in the car first." He said so I nodded and went straight to the Chrysler. I put the pouch on the adjacent seat and turned a blind eye.
Some time later dad came in and was surprised at how well I was.
"Hija, you should've just done yourself there. The flight is another hour." Daddy reminded and sat down next to me. He's wearing his fedora hat again, he doesn't matter. Guanco started the vehicle and the two chaperones followed.
"Dad, my beauty can last forever. And will you please remove your hat? It doesn't suit your attire." I told him with a frown.
He just laughed at me and adjusted his hat, "HIja, if you have your own fashion, then so am I." He told me.
I just sighed and looked out the window. He no longer spoke and we were both silent on the ride.
Last night he didn’t ask me why I was crying, he thought Wyatt had just shut me up so I didn’t even open that topic.