Kailan Ba Ang Fathers Day Novels & Stories

He inquired, "You going to the celebration later?" "Everyone is. Aubrey and Nadia have been talking about all the food." "They have at least ten cakes. Parents are going to be there so they bring their own cake or pie." "All the parents?" "It’s one of the biggest events of the year. People don’t work on Samhain. It’s an official holiday," he explained. "Aren’t your parents going?" "They can’t make it. My mom’s in England and my dad’s busy." "With what? What’s your dad’s job?"

Would it be stupid to think that the party I was about to attend had nothing to do with valentine even though it was being thrown on Valentine’s Day? I walked down the stairs and found everyone dressed. “Mum, Dad, where are you guys going?” I asked. “Oh, I have an old friend whose anniversary will be today, so we are heading there,” Dad said. “Will be?” Dad nodded, but I still didn’t understand what that was about. It didn't matter either way. “Can I join you?” I asked.

“Well, tomorrow is Father’s Day, and I said, ” “Brian,” Elena’s voice cut in quickly, urgent, like a blade. But I leaned closer, refusing to let her silence him. “Tell me,” I said, my tone gentle but unyielding. “Tell me about Father’s Day.” Brian hesitated, glancing at his mother, then back at me. Something in my expression must have convinced him, because he spoke. “I told Mrs. Pratt that my father couldn’t come to school because he was far away on business.”

So I'd rather ask from you. Kyla almost smiled. Kyla: I'll give you full details soon. Taylan: Alright, Kay Kay. Missing your unladylike laughter, though. A chuckle almost leaves her when her phone buzzed with a reminder, wiping her smile away instantly. In two days was her father's birthday. Every year this makes her prepare a nice birthday party before herate father's arrival. But now... Kyla sighed as her chest tightened. "We're here, Miss," the driver announced.

My eyes scanned the text quickly, but the words seemed to freeze in my mind when I reached the part about a "Father's Day Program." It was father's day already? *All fathers are invited to participate in tomorrow’s event, starting at 9 a.m. There will be various activities, including a father-child obstacle course, storytelling, and a special Father’s Day lunch.* I stared at the letter, my heart sinking. Eloise and Dexter were looking up at me with those expectant eyes, waiting for me to say something. They didn’t know Eduardo was their father. And what was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to tell them I couldn’t invite him, that I wasn’t sure if he even wanted to participate?

CHAPTER 152 Father’s Day “Today is Father’s Day,” John whispered, his nose still bleeding, his eyes darting nervously around the schoolyard. Lydia’s stomach dropped. She stared at him, not understanding at first. “What?” “Everyone’s bringing their dads. There’s games… speeches… food.” John’s voice trailed off. “Don’t you know?” Her throat tightened. She hadn’t known. No one told her. Her hands balled into fists as she looked around. Children clung to their fathers, laughing, playing. Some were lifted high in the air. Others clutched packed lunches made by both parents.

The day the truth came out, I took Florence and our daughter to visit the graves of the ones I had lost. Zoe hugged my leg. "Dad, I'll live well for my brothers and sisters." On the day my parents were executed, John went critical in the hospital. This time, there were no organs to save him. My kid could finally call me Dad.

#Joel’s POV# If the week wasn’t already messy enough, the call from Languini had to land like a stray bullet to the back of my head. It’s not even noon, and I’ve had three board complaints from two of our major estate projects in Queens and Pasadena, a delay on a Seychelles offshore inspection, and now this meeting my father’s oldest lawyer insists must happen today. Like we’re running out of time for something.

I glanced down. Lucian. “Miss you already, pumpkin. Thinking about last night. You still sore?” I smirked. Thumbs flying before I could stop myself. “Sore. Wet. Thinking about you… and someone else.” Send. Three dots appeared instantly. Then: “Who?” I hesitated. Heart hammering. Then I typed the truth. No filter. No shame. “Your dad.” Well technically I couldn’t have said your dad. But fuck it I did. And I knew I was gonna get punished for that.

“Yes. Our child.” In that moment, I thought of my father. I knew that if he were watching, he would be happy for me. To celebrate, Vincent decided to take me to Italy for a vacation. We were going to his ancestral home in Sicily, the very birthplace of the Moretti family.