Caroline

I looked deeply into his eyes and only then did I notice the lines of wrinkles that had started to form on his face. He was getting older faster than I had imagined. 

Still, I needed an honest and non-biased response from him. 

"Are you sorry about hitting me? Or you're sorry about giving me out for the marriage I wasn't ready for? or for leaving us when we needed you the most?" I asked, stating all his flaws. 

He stood up and looked out the window as he spoke. 

"Do you remember when you were about 6 or was it 7 when you cried because I didn't let you jump down here? And you said your mum would have allowed you?" 

"No, I don't," I answered stiffly. He was changing the topic.

"You hated me from that day on and didn't speak to me for days. Did you know what I did to appease you?" 

"No, I don't," I answered again.