It was during moments like this that I regret my decisions of living my life solo, without friends. I was bored out of my mind from being in doors always and I couldn’t exactly make friends with the help. One thing I learnt from my dad is that the people who work under you can never truly be your friend and you should never try to make them like that. But that didn’t mean that you should be mean or wicked to them, you should treat them with kindness and never bully them, I know many people would disagree but it’s made life efficient for me and dad.
It’s been almost a week since I had that little table argument with Atticus and we haven’t seen each other since. I didn’t even know if he was living in this house. It was like he was avoiding me or that’s what I keep telling myself but I knew deep down, it was the other way around. I was still a little bit pissed at him so I don’t want to see him in case I am unable to control myself and tell him what I would regret later on.