Forbidden
I comforted her every way possible.
My father walked out. Packing his bags, he looked back at the two of us and smiled, picked his bags up, and left. No explanation at all. The weeks that followed weren't any better. The cops were looking for him, and so were his investors. So, he embezzled millions from the company, had numerous other accounts, got a cheap whore for a girlfriend, and disappeared. At 61, my father was no prize anymore. His white skin was pa...