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His parents are just there in pictorials but honestly, they’re just broken pieces of a house. “You’re lucky to have your daddy,” he commented. “No, I am blessed to have my daddy.” For the first time today, he genuinely smiled and pats the little girls head. What if he makes their life a little bit better? “Would you want your dad to be working in an office so he can put on a suit everyday and he won’t have to lie to you?” “Absolutely!” She exclaimed but then her glow faded. “But my daddy doesn’t know much work in the office. He can’t even help me with homework sometimes that’s why I go to my friend Kyle.”

The complexities of balancing personal and professional aspects of their lives lingered in the room, leaving them both with a shared understanding that the path to a more open relationship required careful consideration and patience. *********************** Jayden sat in his office, the dim light casting a contemplative atmosphere around him. His mind was occupied with the weight of a business deal, one that seemed elusive without the support of a powerful ally. The person who held the key to this particular venture was none other than his father, Bryan.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

“Declan and I, we helped create you and your mommy grew you in her tummy.” “We knowed dat part!” Kellan announces, earning a nervous grunt from Kade. “Right, well “that part” doesn’t make us dads. See, being a dad is way more special but you have to earn it. Declan and I want the chance to earn being your dads but we’d need to spend time with you, play with you, read you stories and put you to bed at night, that kind of stuff.”

he replied in the same tone and bumped my shoulder back. "Both of you shut your holes! It's like I'm raising two toddlers" My mum said as she got tired of our yapping. My dad was childish sometimes but he is pretty grown up when it comes serious things like his job and taking care of the family and stuff but he's a chill guy otherwise. My dad, Jerry Kline, is a software engineer. My mum and dad met in college when my dad was studying in England and they fell in love. My mum got pregnant in her final year, got married to my dad and came back to America with him.

I sit up, blinking in the bright light, and see Dad coming down toward me. “Hey, kiddo.” “Hi, Dad. It’s five already?” “Five-thirty, actually. I got held up at work.” Dad’s a supervisor at an electrical company, and after years of working holidays, weekends, and midnights, has a nice Monday-through-Friday, nine-to-five job. “Everything good?” I ask, lazily stretching and grabbing my cover-up. I pull it over my head, and the sheer material sticks to the sweat on my back.

I pulled away from the hug and clears my throat. He looks at me unsure.. but I passed him a weak smile and look away from him. "After my mom left, my dad was good to me for a little while..." I smiled as those happy days flashed through my mind. ".... he tried his best to balance his work and taking care of me..." My smile falters. ".... Dad did it for ten years or so, until he couldn't anymore... he started getting tired... he'd come home everyday looking so tired and worn out...but he didn't have a choice, he still has to take care of him"

Clara offered, flashing a small smile. "Okay, fine." My mom followed them, heading to her room, leaving only Dad and me alone in the hall. "Is that his ex?" I blurted out the question as soon as the opportunity arose. "Yeah," Dad replied, dropping onto the couch with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "The only ex, apparently." "What? He's only dated once in his life?" "Well, not in that way. She was the only one he was ever serious about." "Their relationship ended on a bad note?”

He had always been a very driven and ambitious person, and he found it hard to slow down. He also struggled with feeling like he wasn't contributing financially. But over time, he learned to embrace his new role as a full-time dad. He found fulfillment in the small moments with his kids, and he discovered a whole new side of himself. The family loved seeing their dad come alive with his new passions. They encouraged him to follow his heart, and they loved hearing him talk about the things he was learning. He started taking art classes, and his paintings started to decorate the walls of their home.