What the Hell?

What the hell? Today was pretty weird. My dad came back to our house after years of us seeing not him. My morning routine was nothing out of the ordinary. Around the afternoon was when things started to take a turn for the strange.

I'm still sad about things, so I cried about it. I tried to hide it as best I can, but my friends definitely noticed. I eventually lied on my bed to cry and think about my past friends.

Out of nowhere, I got a call from an unknown number and it turned out to be from my dad. He was waiting outside with a bunch of Krispy Kreme boxes. My sister and I hadn't seen him in years and it was pretty shocking to see him standing outside our house.

It was the usual shtick with dad. He asked us about how life was and then asked us again to seriously move to Australia with him. My sister and I are honestly not buying it because he has a habit of helping us only on his own terms and conditions. His plan for us to move to Australia wasn't clear either. For a while, we entertained the idea, but both of us were really worried and scared at the opportunity he presented.

I went back to working because the conversation wasn't really going to go anywhere. I told my friends what had happened and they were concerned but also surprised at how drama would unfold.

I guess it's good that I was able to have a conversation with my friends about this. I was really confused and they offered a lot of sensible advice and things I can think of.

When I said that I wanted the past to come back, I didn't mean this past. I wanted my friends back, not my dad.