"Your grandmother misses you, Nugget. And your sisters too."
"Which sister are we talking about? Is it a new one?" she asked.
Her voice was laced with bitterness and sarcasm. She took a deep breath. Despite not truly being angry with her siblings or the women her father impregnated, her voice came out as sarcastic and angry every time she spoke with her father.
She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She started counting at the back of her head, and she kept her mouth tightly shut for the fear of saying something that she couldn't take back, even if she apologized.
The corner of her eyes sting. She thought after so many years, she thought she already controlled this anger that always bubbles in her chest whenever she was talking to her father.
She was wrong. The years and the distance didn't diminish her anger. Not a single bit.
"Nugget, I know —"
