She is back. We are together again.
We hug, we dance, she climbs on me, we lean on one another. We play like children, like best of friends.
My dad enters. He looks at her and accuses her,
"We don't allow childish behaviour like that around here". ?
She steps off my knees where she has been balancing, and shys back, to the corner of the room.
My anger rises
"That's no way to talk to a woman! We are not doing anything wrong! Sort your attitude out!"
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