The Forgotten Letter
“Thanks for having me, Auntie. The dinner is the best. Uncle too, I apologize for the past. Now, I just want to be with Elizabeth. Also, I truly appreciate the welcome I received.” I politely said when they were about to send me off from the front door. “Uncle too. I understand now why you don’t like me. I’ll make sure to change your mind about me next time.”
As I faced them this time, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt from some corner of my mind. Remembering what happened just a few minutes earlier, Elizabeth’s father was clueless as to what transpired inside her room when she last checked on us. Her mother was the same when she brought juice and snacks to us. Yep, even if we had just finished dinner.
Anyway, the opened door and the ten-minute check-ups didn’t stop us from satisfying each other. Actually, we ended up on her floor. Using her bed as our cover, we just stopped holding back after her father’s second visit.