Migraine

"Dad?!" I hurriedly approach him while he is on the way inside the cafeteria. I am sure most students know him as Philippines' richest business tycoon. I continued as I escort him away from the crowd. "What are you doing here, Dad?"

"Why? Is it wrong to fetch my daughter from school?" He asked.

I scratched the back of my head. "Well, not really. It is just that I am keeping a low profile here at school and if they see me calling you 'Dad', that would surely not help."

  "I see." He replied. Dad turned around and roamed his eyes around the campus with both of his hands on his back. He was surely scrutinizing the infrastructures of the university.

Dad then looked at me. "Anyway, Mr. and Mrs. Young arranged a dinner for us. Let's go together."