~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"I think father must have forged both of your writings."
My eyes widened in disbelief and from shock I burst into laughter and clapped my hands in amusement because that was ridiculous.
When I stopped laughing, I couldn't help but speak my mind.
"I know father can be everywhere and poking his nose in people's businesses but he isn't that bored to sit down and do such a thing. No… saying it makes it sound mor-pft…" and I burst into laughter again and covered my face as I tried to picture him with his excited expression and his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth like a child while he eagerly wrote.
In fact, how would he know how to forge my handwriting when he could not use his left hand.
He once told me my handwriting was like learning to dance with a sword and I took it as an insult but thinking back to it now. It was a beautiful compliment.
