The ghostly figure slowly turned around.
His eyes held incredible depth, his face marked with a hint of coldness.
Sharp features, firm lines, and a strong face—he looked at me with calm intensity.
I jumped up quickly, reaching out to hold him, but my hands went right through his body.
"Father, Father!" I screamed desperately.
"Where are you? Where have you been all this time, and why haven't you ever visited me?" I shouted wildly.
But the figure stayed quiet, just staring at me.
All the hurt in my heart exploded right then.
"Why didn't you come see me while I was growing up? You have incredible power, but you left me behind! Do you know what I've been through all these years!" I roared.
"People beat me down, shamed me, treated me like dirt, kicked me out of my own family, and..."
Even though I wanted to stay strong in front of my father, tears filled my eyes.
