Dear Dad Movie Novels & Stories

"Dada?" "Yes buddy?" "Dada get mama Bee, pweathe. Theo wanth mama Bee wiee(wife) dada" Theo begged his father. The man gaped in surprise while he became thoughtful. "Buddy, dada can't just get anyone to be my wife and mama Bee might not want to be my wife" the man carefully explained to his son his unusual request. "Mama Bee wabwab Theo. We wathh movie and eat ithcweam and cake'' Theo whispered and sulked, causing his father to heave a sigh.

I laugh at her shocked face. "It's been fifteen years since we last met Deaconess Patricia... It is a wonder you still remember me" Dad says his tone dripping of sarcasm. "I....." "I couldn't pay you a visit after your gruesome murder of my wife... As if that wasn't enough you even wiped off my daughter's memory and sold her off" "What did you do to Corey?" She asks her lips shaking. Dad laughs and presses his lips together before placing his fingers between then and blows. Immediately the door opens and two men enter pushing Corey, Ryder and Sandy to their knees in our middle.

dad cried. Wow! That’s an incredible reaction… “Why? What’s wrong with it?” I demanded. “What’s wrong?” dad repeated. “You are mated to Jayden La Gualias, Avinash… that is… that is … Oh crap, all that’s holy … FUCK!”

As we near Dad’s room, Jack mutters, “You still paint?” Eddy answers for me. “Nah. Hollywood drains people’s talents. Probably traded her brushes for Botox and kale smoothies.” I glower at them. “I didn’t live anywhere near Hollywood, you idiots.” We reach the doorway and I stop, frozen in place by the sad sight of my dad. He is older, thinner, paler, and hooked to machines that beep softly. The sight steals my breath in a bad way. My brothers suddenly shut up. Then Eddy elbows Jack. “Ten bucks says she’s forgotten how to mix colors.”

I rammed my elbow in his side. “Behave,” I whispered. “He is already scared enough. You don’t want him to piss his pants, do you?” “I wouldn’t care if he did,” he shrugged as the boy handed his card back to him. “Come, your father already texted that they are having a hard time picking movies.” I didn’t understand what he meant until I got there. Apparently dad wanted to see a weird action movie while Grandma wanted to see a musical. Neither of those options sounded appealing to me, I had my sights set on a murder mystery that was showing.

“Dad, I do not blame you anymore. “Dad, please live well. Eat well, sleep well, and see the world. “Dad, no one will ever laugh at you because of me again. “Dad, I love you.”

Three months later, I went to see Dad in prison. Through the visitation glass he looked so much older. His hair was mostly gray now, and he was hunched. He didn't match the big, loud man I remembered at all. When he saw me his eyes filled up right away. His mouth was trembling. He picked up the phone. "Nina... I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your mom. About you. If I could go back." "You don't get to go back." I cut him off. "I don't hate you anymore. But I'm not going to forgive you."

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

Live it to the fullest. Love, Dad The End. (of this story)

"Your dad was Darren." He frowned, his little face scrunching up. "What kind of person was Darren's dad?" I smiled, though it hurt, the memories sharp as claws. "He was a super handsome diplomat. Very charming. You've got his eyes," I said, my voice catching. "He loved riding his motorcycle, taking me to work, showing off with that big, sunny grin of his. And every time I was in trouble, he was there, right by my side, no questions asked."