Emily
It was an unfamiliar feeling. I didn’t know what it was like to have a father or what it was like to love him. The security I felt in his arms was unparalleled. It was unlike any other hug. I couldn’t compare it to anything. Maybe only the sun’s rays warm you after a cold rain. Even the heartbeat was different. It beat louder, more erratically. And the tears that streamed down my face unceasingly were like a gentle caress.
His warmth, which I had lacked all my life, enveloped me completely. I clung desperately to every second, never wanting this moment to end. I finally felt complete, loved, I felt like his daughter. It was the embrace of my dearest man, my father.
“We have a contract to sign. Shall we go?” he asked, still holding me in his arms. Neither will give up that hug, or rather, the most desired hug.
I was sure he felt the same way I did. Our union came like a rainbow after the storm.
“It should. It’s not nice to keep us waiting. Besides, we have our whole lives to e
