Prison.
Tu Hengsha sat in the meeting room, separated by the glass window, waiting for that person to arrive.
To say she didn't anticipate or wasn't nervous would be a lie, yet she wasn't exactly thrilled either. This was the person she should call "Dad," after all, he had been absent from her life for twenty years.
He finally arrived, and for the first time since she was five years old, she looked at him up close.
He indeed looked much older than someone of his age should, even his stubble was gray-white. His lean face, slightly hunched back, and those downcast eyes that dared not meet hers were exactly as she had imagined.
She thought she wouldn't lose her composure, but inexplicably, her eyes grew misty. Holding the phone, she couldn't find the words to speak for a long time.
She knew she ought to say "Dad," but those words were stuck in her throat, unable to come out, perhaps simply because it was unfamiliar...
