CHAPTER 147 Graduation Night

  Izzy's P.O. V.

  "Oh for fuck's sake, give me the damn thin. I'll do it," I held my hand out for dad to hand me the box he was wrapping terribly.

  "I can do it, Izzy." He pouted with his brow furrowed.

  He was doing that thing where he stuck his tongue out slightly at the corner as he focused. His large, powerful hands were not meant to wrap anything. The paper was so delicate it kept breaking, no matter how gentle he was trying to be. I shook my head at him, shoving him aside with my elbow so that I was standing face to face with the little black box. In this box laid Lisa's ring, the one I helped him pick out. Dad was slowly coming back to life, and with it he was bring me back. Yeah the damage is done, and we've missed years together, but I have decided to move past it. I will give Dad a chance again.