Janet's POV
I tried to sleep but I kept feeling restless.
I sat up in my bed.
My gaze fell on my stuffed toys, and my clothes.
Each toy was clean.
Each dress was cleaned and neatly hanging on the hanger.
The new dresses were all age wise.
I was seven years old when we left, I'm fifteen now.
Daddy bought me new dresses from eight to fifteen.
He was waiting for me to come back.
Even the glow stars on the ceiling were new too.
Meant daddy changed them every time they stopped working as well.
My old paint set, school bag.
My old colors were neatly arranged and kept properly, still wet.
The purple ribbon I used to mark my bag with…was still there.
I slowly sat on my bed and felt the blanket beneath my fingers.
The blanket smelled clean.
My room was not abandoned.
It wasn't forgotten.
Daddy had maintained it.
It was clear Daddy came everyday to clean.
"I thought daddy didn't love me. I thought he had forgotten me."
"Didn't he love his son, Adrian?"
