You're Just Like Papa Novels & Stories

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."

“You’ve got a black jacket! That’s always cool!” I shook my head, smiling as I walked slowly toward them. Mom looped her arm through mine. Pascha lowered Max a bit and turned toward my dad. “Max, look. This—” He gesturing to the man standing a few feet behind me, Papa. “Grandpa?” Max tilted his head, inspecting my father with the brutally honest curiosity only a child could get away with. “He looks like a secret boss!” Papa laughed. Pascha smirked. “He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.”

"Damn, i must have missed some fun that day, because it's sounding like it was real fun putting her in her place… Her father is always like that, wanting things to go his way all the time. If he was wise that would have been better, but that motherfucker is dumb as hell." Papa mocked, making both Pablo and I laugh out loud.

“I know that, but it’s alright, I can work with you and Papa on the farm. I can even sell some vegetables and fruit in the counter market. Surely I will make some money. Isn’t that okay?” “Seriously, why am I even wasting my time talking sense into you? You are stubborn, just as your father.” Laughing, “Mother, and here I thought I was exactly like you.” “You thought wrong, dear.” “I don’t think so.” Papa butted in and looked at me, “You are exactly like your mother, stubborn to the bone.” We all laughed at mom’s shocked expression, “You... How dear you, pig-head.” “Coming from a dog head, that’s funny,” Papa slammed her.

"I want to help." I nod vigorously, and the words spill out. "Which one of you am I most like?" However, it's my dad who responds. "You're like all three of us, bud." I turn to my dad. He placed a hand on his chest, his touch light. "You're sassy like me," he said, a playful grin on his face. He then pointed at Uncle Colton, emphasizing his words. "A hardhead like my dear brother." His gaze shifted to Grant, his expression softening. "And steadfast like your Uncle Grant."

My stomach growled as I was hungry, I’d only taken a slice of pizza and with those blows I took in my stomach, the pizza already disappeared. I groaned as I punched the door and yelled out “I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU.” Hoping he’d hear me and also secretly hoping he wouldn’t because if he did, it wouldn’t end well for me. How can I ever possibly be like him? Being like him would mean being like a wild animal, ruthless, selfish, he doesn’t care about others, all he ever cares about is himself and what he wants, I kicked the door as hard as I could even though I knew doing that won’t have any effect on the door as I was still very small.

he smiled, stretching his hand forward for a handshake. I gazed at it for a moment. “Have a nice day, Mr. Parks,” I said, leaving his hand in the air, just as he had done moments earlier. “You’re just like your father,” he said, dropping his hand. “You toy with fire a lot, but just like your father, you’ll get burned.” “Unfortunately, Mr. Parks, I’m nothing like my father,” I said. “I never get burned by fire, Mr. Parks.” “Let’s watch till the end. If you don’t get burned, then I’ll agree you aren’t your father’s son.”

, I questioned. Another breeze blew urging me to continue. "I am not mad at you both nor am I sad. I am in a worst state; I am lost. Papa you always showed me the path when I was lost. You use to say that rather than finding a door find a window. Because the door leads you the certain while the window to the uncertain.", I stated as more tears were falling down. "You know what; I have become just like my name, always crying.", I stated with a fake chuckle.

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”

“ I didn’t think it was possible, but you’ve grown even more like your mother.” “Papa-” My voice chokes as I feel tears back up. “Do I really-” No, I shall not cry. I don’t want to. I already felt silly crying just before. I want to be composed. I tell myself and suck it in. I am an adult. Adults do not cry. “That’s- thank you, Father,” I go to feel Father pull back. “No, It’s Papa-” Father taps my nose. “You need to stop this little habit of yours.”