That’s when you start running into diminishing returns. When what you really need is a break ... but you try to plow through it anyway.Thus my ragin... frustration at the top of this chapter.Silly? Melodramatic? Maybe.But, it’s my cross to bear.Thank you for letting me get it out.If there is one silver lining in all of this, it’s that I have several walking, talking, and breathing “stress relievers” that call me “Master”.One of which who had sealed her fate for the next couple of hours by texting. "Are you okay?" She asked, and the girl nodded. Yumi looked her over closely. There was something about the girl that reminded her of someone, she just couldn't place it.The sea-green eyes reminded Yumi of the girl that she met just the other day, but the girl that stood in front of her had long, blonde hair, and the girl in question had almost strawberry colored hair if Yumi remembered correctly. "This is a strange question, but do I know you from somewhere?" Yumi asked, and the girl looked. .”“What?”“I’m just ... uh ... I’m afraid if he finds out I’m not really his.”“He does love you, whatever the performance tonight, and that wouldn’t change. You wouldn’t believe how proud he is of you.”“He never says that.”“That’s just men, and families. I know he is because he’s always talking about you, and it’s why he’s so protective.”“Isn’t some of that cos he thinks I have his genes?”“He still raised you, helped form your values and how you are. And he just reacts to you, like everyone.”“I. Jumping up and circling the desk quickly, Hugh Hampton grabbed Marti up into a bear hug. ‘Baby girl! You look . . . ‘ Hugh’s booming voice trailed off as he actually looked Marti in the face. ‘Well, you look . . . how do you look Marti?’ Hugh finally asked, confusion evident in his voice. ‘Daddy,’ Marti said sternly, ‘What are you doing here?’ Hugh Hampton grinned his million dollar grin and sheepishly said, ‘I was just checking up on how you were getting along . . . ‘ ‘Who called you and told.