Kailan Ba Ang Fathers Day Novels & Stories

"No, please. I beg you, release my dad. He has done nothing wrong." "I wish you knew the extent of his wrongdoings, princess," Matteo chuckled bitterly. His grip tightened around me, causing my bones to creak, on the verge of shattering. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the agony of watching my father hanging on the edge of death before my eyes.

HAILEY POV I brush my hair and for once I leave it down. I put on one of my nicer shirts and spray on a dash of perfume before heading to the leaving room. "Dad you ready," I call out knowing today might take him a little longer then usual. Today is my parents anniversary and one of the hardest days for my dad. He always puts on a brave face for me but I know he is hurting. Luckily this year it is falling on a Sunday and he can vent a little in grief class. Since mom passed before I could make any memories with her, it is hard to connect to dad's feelings sometimes.

It’s Sunday today, and it’s my dad’s birthday. The first time we actually get to celebrate his birthday with him. I mind linked Taylor last Monday, so she is planning to surprise him this afternoon with a visit. I have been baking his cake. While it was cooling, Calista and I whipped the frosting and sliced the strawberries. When we finished the cake, dad came in the house. I ran to him, hugged him, kissed him on his cheek, and smiled, “Happy Birthday daddy! How does it feel to get to celebrate your birthday with your daughters for the very first time?”

Natasya’s gaze turned wistful as she watched the small figure of her son disappear behind his bedroom door. Mom will make up for what we’ve lost, sweetheart, she thought. Let that shameless woman have your father. I’ll give you someone far better. And we’ll be happy again. She forced a smile—one that tried to look convincing. Her eyes dropped to the invitation still in her hand. Father’s Day. A simple event for most people. But for them… it was no longer the same as in previous years. Natasya let out a long breath. “Alright… I’ll handle your father. I’ll make sure he shows up at the event.”

Father stood tall, his regal presence commanding respect and attention. "Lords and Ladies, esteemed guests," the King began, his voice resonating through the grand hall. "Welcome to our palace. We are honored by your presence as we partake in the Sun Festivals, a time of joy and celebration." The guests applauded politely, their faces a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Father continued, "This festival is not only a tribute to our great heritage but also an opportunity to strengthen the bonds between our families and our lands. May this gathering bring prosperity and unity to us all."

“I tried my best to forget it but I can’t just forgive her for the embarrassment.” “Wait, what the hell are you talking about Norah?” I asked confused to the core. “I’m asking you, who hurt you?” “That’s what I’m telling you, Nathan, I want revenge.” She smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re talking about, Valentina, I swear—” I was barely able to react when Father walked into the living room, with some plates in his hands. Since he wakes up very early and mom is sick, Dad has been in charge of preparing our meals.

Payton said. "Guys this is awful my father didn't even text or phoned me yet," I said with a sad voice I know don't like my birthday but that doesn't mean I don't like when the people I love call or text me. "Why?" They asked together. "Because my father never forgets my birthday and Jason always phones me but no one has texted so far and Martin didn't even wish me a happy birthday." "They are probably busy," Payton said. "Is Jackson home?" I asked.

He thinks as he opens the door and gives me his hand to help me out. I hesitate when we get to the entrance. “Dad is in here?” “Yeah. I come a few times a year. His birthday, our birthday, Father’s Day, solstice. You know? Just to talk to him.” Cal navigates through the still of the manicured lawn, maneuvering around headstones and statues until we get to a plot near an elm tree. Cal sits facing the headstone and rests his elbows on his knees. “Hey Dad. I brought someone special to see you. Since it’s our birthday, I thought it would be a nice surprise. Ains, don’t be rude. Say hi.”

' Haylee read the first note that was written two years ago. '21 January... her father got into an accident. She went home that day. It was my birthday, but now it was the worst day for her. Luckily, I never wanted to celebrate my birthday anyway, so she won't have to remember about the day her father died,' it was the second note.

I said, kissing the tops of their heads, “How was daycare today?” “It was so fun,” Jason said, his eyes wide with excitement, “Miss Linda said we’re going to have a party soon.” “A party?” I asked, crouching to their level, “What kind of party?” “Father’s Day.” Anna chirped, her curls bouncing as she nodded enthusiastically. “We’re making cards and everything and Miss Linda said we can invite our dads.” My smile faltered, but I quickly masked it, “Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun.”