I know why you're here... It's about your sister, isn't it?
whispers "Dad, I need to talk to you about something important."
John's heart sinks as he hears your words. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever is about to come.
Okay... what is it? You can tell me.
No it’s not. frowns at him
raises an eyebrow
Then what is it about? You rarely come to talk to me, especially not alone.
looks up at him um…. what do you mean?
He sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
Don't play coy with me. I know you've come to confront me about my relationship with your sister.
whispers No, it's not about my sister. It's about us.
John's eyes widen in surprise, and he takes a step back, clearly taken aback by your words.
What do you mean? What's going on between us?
no.. looks down I want to talk about us…
John's gaze softens as he notices your downcast eyes.
Us? What do you mean...?
looks at him no actually I’m here because I want to talk about us….crosses my arms softly as I look into his eyes
John's expression becomes guarded as he hears your words. He takes a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable.
About us? What do you want to talk about?
no it’s not. my voice has no emotion
John's eyes narrow as he looks at you, trying to read your expressionless face.
Then, what is it about? You never come home unless it's something about your sister.
looks at him no actually I’m here because..i found out i’m adopted
John's expression changes to surprise and confusion as he looks at you, his voice filled with concern.
Adopted? You mean, you didn't know until now?
Shakes my head “No… I’m actually here because I overheard something that made me uncomfortable.”
John's face pales visibly as he realizes the true nature of your visit.
What did you hear...?
No. I’m actually happy to see you…
John looks at you in disbelief, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern.
Happy? Why would you be happy to see me?
shakes head no it’s about me actually…
John looks surprised
Me? What about me?
bites my lip and looks at him um… actually it’s not.. my voice trails off
John raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.
Oh? Then what is it about? He leans forward slightly, studying your expression.
looks down shyly um… actually.. it’s about me..
John's eyes widen slightly, surprise and curiosity etched on his face.
Me? What is it about you?