No words
Actually many words
This wasn't his time to leave me on my own. I know that seems selfish, but I'm lost in so many ways.
He was young. 53 to be exact and he was healthy, exercised everyday, watched his calories, and danced with passion, only to find out a stroke would end it all.
My dear beloved father why did you leave so soon, but its time to let you rest in peace.
There is only one other question I would wish for you to answer, why did you leave me your dance studio.
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"Okay! Your Father's Will has been looked over and it looks like the house has been paid off for a while and now you will be inheriting it" he say non surprised.
"wait what".
" It says in his writing 'My only child, Y/N will now be the one to inherit our beloved apartment and the Family dance studio'. That seems great for you" He says smiling.
"Um... ohk?" I say. why would my father ever trust me with his studio. It doesn't make since, what if I mess everything up?
"I'm assuming you already have keys to your apartment, but here are the keys to the studio. Monday, we will sign some papers to make everything official." He says gathering all information scattered on the table.
Overwhelmed is my middle name!
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