Novel & Cerita I Love Dad Book

Jax said. I set it aside, and found a second gift from him. It was a really beautiful photo album that had a few pictures already in it from when we were pups, and a few were current pictures. I smiled, said thank you, and pulled a box toward me. It was from dad. Inside were 4 book, 3 were leather bound, the last one was not. I pulled that one out first to find it was a baby book. “Your mom made that baby book for you. She also wrote in those journals everyday about you starting the day you were born. I thought you may appreciate them.” My dad explained.

Discarded. She did not even tell him to take care of me. Just “whatever he wanted.” “Do not joke about things like that, Ginny,” Dad tells me in his no-nonsense voice. “I know. I did not mean to.” I grin up at him in an attempt to change the mood. “Aren’t you forgetting something else?” He places his briefcase on the floor and opens his arms. “Come here.” I dive in, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you, Dad.”

He said and I nodded. “I know right. My father loves reading, and my mother hates it. I got the love of reading from my father and he's a testament of reading men. I just haven't met any guy our age who likes reading.” I told him and he nodded, his eyes showing understanding. “Well, you have met one now.” He said and I laughed. “Yes I have.” “What other thing are you interested in?” He asked me.

You were the only thing I ever got close to right. I don’t expect you to remember me fondly. But I hope, one day, when you’re older, you’ll understand that loving someone doesn’t always come wrapped in kindness. Sometimes it comes as fear. As control. As panic. I didn’t know how to be a father. But I knew I didn’t want to be my father. I hope you become a better man than I ever was. —Dad I folded the letter and put it back in the box. Then I went outside, lit a match, and burned the entire thing in the backyard firepit.

I love you, my daughter. - I love you too, Dad.

“Like… you flinch sometimes when Dad speaks to you. You always did, a little, but lately it’s different. It’s like you’re… on edge.” He gripped his mug tighter. His pulse was too loud in his ears. “I didn’t notice,” he muttered. “You didn’t notice,” she repeated, leaning in a bit. “Eli, I know you. You’re not a great liar.” That hurt, because it was true. She reached across the table, laying her hand over his. “Is he giving you a hard time? I know Dad can be… intense. He means well, but sometimes he pushes people without realizing it.”

Pushing my ass backwards on his rod, my father pulled me upwards to his chest and once again his words whispered in my ears, sending chills down my spine, “I love your firm boobs honey. They are so much nicer than moms ever were.” Wrapping my hands around my father’s head, my fingers began to run through his thick black hair. I began to whisper in my father’s ear in return, “You feel so good inside of me, daddy. I never had anyone so deep inside of me daddy. Now, I know why mommy loved you so much.”

When I turned, she smiled at me evilly. “I think my dad likes you.” She giggled. “Really?” My eyes widened, wondering how she could have gotten that… Kids say the darnest things, see? Even she knew he liked me and I stood there having doubts.

He looked at my features and said softly, "He looks exactly like Noah." When Dad woke up, he ignored Grandpa and Granny's attempts to stop him and staggered over to me, gently holding my hand. My right hand, which had been clenched shut the whole time, finally opened to reveal a small stone in my palm. It was a lucky charm made from an ordinary rock. Faintly carved on it were the words, "Dad, I love you." This was the last gift I gave to Dad. When Dad saw the lucky charm, he burst into tears. He gently kissed me and said, "Ben, in the next life, would you still want to be my child?"

he kissed my forehead and I smiled. "I love you Darrell" "I love you so much more" "Mummy, I think I like Iris more than Ivy. Ivy frowns a lot" "Yeah, just like your dad" NARRATOR'S POV "The end" I smiled and closed the book which was written by Claire herself. "Wow, that was the best story I've ever heard" my fifteen years old son said. It's funny he still likes it when I read stories for him. "I'm glad you loved it"