After the death of my sister, the connection between my family and me has been faltering miserably. I shut them out including my friends and the people who're close to me. And so I decided to move away and settled myself in other country to have a space and luckily dad didn't stop me from doing so.

But the last words that he left me after granting the permission to leave the family premises for how much week, month or year I needed bug me to death.

"I expect something in return from you Ren, you're the only child left from me."

Those words I couldn't decipher but held a very shady meaning in it.

It's been six years after I left the house and cut all connections I had from them, but right now, I'll be boarding back to that place to attend the burial of the woman who had raised me after my moms death, giving birth to our youngest sibling, but soon after, our youngest one followed. My nanny Grace has been in our side. She would tell stories to both of me and Elle and we were happy even though we lost our mom and our youngest siblings earlier than expected.

I walked out of the airport and immediately, the breeze of New York greeted me like a slap in the face making me close my eyes. And when I opened them back, I saw my surname printed on a board and is raised by one of my fathers skilled bodyguards wearing the usual mafia attire, the black tux and heavy tinted glasses on and an ear piece stuck in their right ear for communication.

"Welcome home sir." The four men who'll be escorting me back to the mansion greeted me with a full bow as a respect, making the other people waiting behind the line flinch in fear.

"Let's go, I need to visit the burial before they bury her tomorrow." I stated and quickly trotted inside our usual black Mercedes Benz car. The other two sat in front while the other two remaining rode the car following us for security.

I sigh as I looked out the place. Its the same as ever, skyscraper pointing to the sky, suffocating pollution, buzzing people and cars around and the places that I had visited with Elle. Especially that park with the sea overlooking it.

We passed by this certain park that both me and Elle used to visit after school. Dad would sometimes come with us but the park will always be close just for us, but still we manage to have time with dad even when he's busy.

Lawson, the guy who drove me here, opened the door for me and I quickly slid out of the car. I looked around the very place and its still the same as I've left it. The cemented pathway with the fountain in the middle, the well kept Bermuda grass on either side of the pathway that we used to play and the only tree that stood on the far right corner of the house that both me and Elle requested to not be cut down.

Its still the same. I wonder how my father is after all these six years?

Lawson opened the huge double door and the very house was still the same. The huge chandelier on top, the twin staircase, and the the decorations all over the house. Nothings changed and I am grateful to it.

"Welcome back sir Ren, we've miss you so much." I turned to look at the sweet person and there's no mistaking it that its Leila. The middle aged woman who took care of us too.

"Leila. Its been years." I greeted back and exchange hugs with each other.

"My, you've grown handsome over the past six years Ren, how old are you now again?" She asked and I chuckled.

"Twenty three to be exact." She chuckled as I gave her one of my smiles.

"Okay, master Davidson is waiting for your arrival. So you better go and brace yourself." She assessed as she pushed me into one of my fathers office room behind one of the huge double doors in the ground floor.

"What d'you mean brace myself?" I asked her in confusion.

"You'll see when you meet your dad." She inquired and pushed me inside the room and closed it immediately before I could asked anymore questions. I stared at the door confusingly.

"Hello son."

That voice had me slowly turning around him. He was sitting on one of his leather seats, his huge glass table in front and some papers piled on top. He still looked the same, exception to his domineering aura that radiates all out of him. Before that incident happened, dad would always looked happy and there were no aura like this in front of us.

"Dad."

He stood up from his chair and went around his table to sit in the black couch place in front of his desk. When he finally settled down, he motioned me to sat down too and I followed, sitting opposite to him.

"I expect something in return from you Ren, you're the only child left from me."

Those lines of words replayed back in my mind making me looked at my father drinking his favorite vodka.

"So dad, you still remember the words you last said to me?" I asked, my voice in complete blank tone. He swirl his glass of vodka before downing it all down and placing his beer glass on the wooden table with a loud thud.

"Yes, as clear as I just said it a few seconds ago son."

"So what are you trying to say?" I asked now confused. "And I want to hear it now dad, I need to go to Grace's burial before tomorrow."

"Ahhh yes, I also need to inform you about this since he's coming tomorrow."

Huh? Who's coming?

"Is there a visitor tomorrow that I need to meet?" I asked.

"Yes Ren." I cringed when he spoke my name. "This is my last and final request from you son. Please don't fail me."

"What Da-"

Before I could asked another bunch of questions, Dad's phone went ballistic and he excused himself to answer it. Realizing that I'm not needed anymore, I quickly stood up and walked out but before I could close the door Dad call out one last time.

"Ren, this is my last request from you. So please see to it." And I closed the door. I slid down the floor and hugged myself.

Dad, don't say it like your about to die, I hate it.

*******

I slide my fingers to her coffin as I looked at her through the glass. She's really old and I regret that I never even saw her for the rest of the six years that she's still alive. She had been my second mother and its painful that I haven't even spend the rest of her years before she died.

I'm sorry Nanny Grace. I should've spend my time with you more and here I am again, not being able to say how much I owe you my life. The time I lost from my mother, I had felt it from you, thank you so much.

I thought inside my head and went to kiss her coffin before giving a soft smile. I'm going to miss you so much Nanny Grace.

Before I went home, I stated my gratitude first to her family and gave my donations of flowers and a one hundred thousand dollars secretly. After that, I went home immediately to have a rest since I haven't had a descent sleep when I arrived here.

"Ren, this is my last request from you. So please see to it."

Those words kept replaying in my head and I have this feeling that I won't be liking it.