The day we needed to go back to Flousia was getting nearer. And as the days go by, I'm becoming more and more anxious. I couldn't tell anyone about it, thinking that I would be just a burden.
I should be feeling well by now, it has been five days since I started staying in our bedroom to rest. But the more I thought of going back to Flousia, I felt that my condition didn't get better.
I was sitting by the window when I heard a few knocks. Father came inside then rushed towards me with a worried face.
"Why are you sitting there by yourself? You should be in bed."
I giggled. He was really like a father now. I've never been scolded or cared for by a parent so this was all new to me, but I really liked it. I felt like I was a very special girl.
"I'm okay, Dad. Venice and one of the maids helped me. My back's getting sore from laying down and I wanted to have some fresh air."
I heard him sigh while giving me a pinch on the cheek.
