Chelsea*Two days later*“When I said I accepted your offer, I didn’t mean I would start working immediately, Appa.”I argued with my dad, who took a sip of his morning coffee and smirked.“That’s the thing with hockey, darling; there’s no time to stop and breathe.”My dad said and took one of the perfectly made toasts I had placed on the plate for him.The only thing working for me now was my cooking skill, which I got from my stepfather, who is a big-time chef in New York.“I hate hockey.”I wasn’t kidding. If not for hockey, my parents would probably have still been together.They were so in love, but then my dad became a very well-sort-after and busy coach.He was always on the move, and the longer he stayed away, the further apart my parents drifted.My mom made him choose between us and hockey, and he chose hockey.No, I am not mad that he decided to sign the divorce my mom had sent to him instead of quitting his job as a coach for the Ottawa Cascades. I wasn’t mad either that
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