Calling was the least I could do, she thought to herself. It was his birthday, her own father's birthday, and all she was able to do was send a message. It's not that she couldn't have called. If she wanted, she could have even visited the man, but she didn't want to have anything to do with him. She had gone through too much pain to ever forgive the man. She could barely face the fact that he was her own father. As a child she learned that the most important thing in ones life is their own family. We were to love them unconditionally. For Vera the lesson came down bad, very bad. She loved her parents more than she loved anything else in the entire universe. Her mother's parent's had died while she was still a small baby. They both died of ill heart. Her father's parents, on the other hand, were still alive, but Vera knew nothing of them. Vera was not the only one who strongly disliked her father. His family had never truly loved him. Vera speculated that this was the reason why her father, Leo, was never able to love anyone. He though he was in love with Vera's mother when the pair of them got married and had their only child. He thought that he was a different man than what his parent's and brother used to know. But as Vera grew older, Leo started to avoid his own daughter. He claimed that he had more important things to do, and so he never spared any time to spend with his child. Soon he almost never came home, Veras mother, naturally, would get upset. In a few more years the woman could stand it no more and she filed a divorce. It was a battle for everyone involved, but somehow they had all survived. Everyone was broken hearted.
However, today was Leo's birthday. He was turning 60. He lived in a state far away from where Vera was staying. She didn't love the old man despite everything. She cared for him, but it was far from love. She was going to get married in a month. He wasn't invited.
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