Sorry I didn't post earlier. Enjoy it :)
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I held on to our metal door handle and pushed our brown, wooden door forward.
It was 7:30 in the evening. My father arrived home about 15 minutes ago.
I greeted him him as I walked into his neat office.
"So Ghaneya, what did you buy today?" he asked.
"Nothing really, just a dance leotard and a bathing suit." I replied.
"May I see them?" he asked again.
I took out my dance outfit first. He looked at it in confirmation. I slid it back into the plastic bag, and then brought out my patterned bikini from the other paper bag.
His eyes froze in place.
"Ghaneya, what is this?" I could tell he was disgusted by the way his daughter, who never wore inappropriate clothing, bought one of the clothes her father disliked.
"Just a bikini. My friend's having a swimming party soon." I replied.
It was no big deal, god!
"Sorry Ghaneya. I won't allow you to be seen in that. Even though you're with girls only." he apologized.
"Ugh but everyone at school has them!" I screamed.
"You're not everyone. Tomorrow go and return it." he commanded.
"But!.." He interrupted me before I could continue.
"No buts. You are going to return that tomorrow whether you like it or not. Now go to your room." he never spoke to me that way or ever in that high tone.
"I hate you!" I screamed even louder with a cry voice.
I ran up to my room, slammed the door, and sobbed.
I hated being left out. I hated being different. All I wanted to do was fit in.
I grabbed my iPhone and talked to Fouad.
"Hey." I wanted him to feel me and ask what's wrong.
"You are mad, I could tell. What's wrong baby?" I loved the way he understood me.
"My dad. Ugh, so annoying. I hate him." I complained.
"What happened? :(" he asked.
"I bought a.. a.. bikini, and he wants me to take it back tomorrow." I hesitantly replied.
"How did it look like?" he seemed more interested, which made me giggle.
"Pink and black, zebra patterned." I answered.
"Oh.. That's hot. Too bad you must return it. I'm sure you would look gorgeous in it." he complemented.
No matter how much of a bad mood I'm in, he never ever failed to make me happy.
"You make me smile Fouad, even at the toughest times. Thank you." I sweetly wrote back.
"Just doing my job. I will never leave you sad, ever." I had a tear. This tear was no longer from my dad's issue, but a tear of happiness, a tear that indicates I love Fouad so much!"
"I am so grateful. The girl you love must be really lucky." I wiped my tear with a scented tissue and answered back.
"She must be! Ghaneya, are you feeling lucky yet?" I began tearing more from happiness.
I placed my phone on my heart, closed my eyes, left his message without an answer, and drifted to sleep with red, hot cheeks, and a smile on my face.
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I held on to our metal door handle and pushed our brown, wooden door forward.
It was 7:30 in the evening. My father arrived home about 15 minutes ago.
I greeted him him as I walked into his neat office.
"So Ghaneya, what did you buy today?" he asked.
"Nothing really, just a dance leotard and a bathing suit." I replied.
"May I see them?" he asked again.
I took out my dance outfit first. He looked at it in confirmation. I slid it back into the plastic bag, and then brought out my patterned bikini from the other paper bag.
His eyes froze in place.
"Ghaneya, what is this?" I could tell he was disgusted by the way his daughter, who never wore inappropriate clothing, bought one of the clothes her father disliked.
"Just a bikini. My friend's having a swimming party soon." I replied.
It was no big deal, god!
"Sorry Ghaneya. I won't allow you to be seen in that. Even though you're with girls only." he apologized.
"Ugh but everyone at school has them!" I screamed.
"You're not everyone. Tomorrow go and return it." he commanded.
"But!.." He interrupted me before I could continue.
"No buts. You are going to return that tomorrow whether you like it or not. Now go to your room." he never spoke to me that way or ever in that high tone.
"I hate you!" I screamed even louder with a cry voice.
I ran up to my room, slammed the door, and sobbed.
I hated being left out. I hated being different. All I wanted to do was fit in.
I grabbed my iPhone and talked to Fouad.
"Hey." I wanted him to feel me and ask what's wrong.
"You are mad, I could tell. What's wrong baby?" I loved the way he understood me.
"My dad. Ugh, so annoying. I hate him." I complained.
"What happened? :(" he asked.
"I bought a.. a.. bikini, and he wants me to take it back tomorrow." I hesitantly replied.
"How did it look like?" he seemed more interested, which made me giggle.
"Pink and black, zebra patterned." I answered.
"Oh.. That's hot. Too bad you must return it. I'm sure you would look gorgeous in it." he complemented.
No matter how much of a bad mood I'm in, he never ever failed to make me happy.
"You make me smile Fouad, even at the toughest times. Thank you." I sweetly wrote back.
"Just doing my job. I will never leave you sad, ever." I had a tear. This tear was no longer from my dad's issue, but a tear of happiness, a tear that indicates I love Fouad so much!"
"I am so grateful. The girl you love must be really lucky." I wiped my tear with a scented tissue and answered back.
"She must be! Ghaneya, are you feeling lucky yet?" I began tearing more from happiness.
I placed my phone on my heart, closed my eyes, left his message without an answer, and drifted to sleep with red, hot cheeks, and a smile on my face.
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