You're Just Like Papa Novels & Stories

“ 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.”

“What are you talking about, Henry?” Henry took an equal amount of the steps she took and created a distance between them. “You don’t think I’m stupid, do you?” Anamika frowned. She didn’t understand what he was talking about, so she waited for him to make himself clear. “I know he’s your children’s papa. But Mika, I’m willing to be their dad too… I’ve been there and acting like their dad for years! I thought we were on the same page!” “Yes, we are!” She argued.

I don't know what it is, but I know that Mama Kea can accept the whole of Papa's life, not just the good side. "Mama Kea has love, but Papa needs more effort to give her love even though it's not perfect." Papa is real jerk. Mama can accept Papa as he is, but Papa needs effort? What kind of asshole has been given attention and still asks for a heart? My papa is that jerk. Shit! I wanted to curse so badly, but listening to Papa spew out all the bullshit he'd been through might be a little amusing. "Do you know that women can let out all their anger at once?"

he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye I put my phone down grinning like an idiot, I know very well how much my dad loves me, he always says my mom has Three mamas' boys so I am his treasure daddy’s girl, I have long since grown from girl-hood into womanhood but hey, no harm no foul, I am what I am to my papa bear.

] Mom: "God, Pete, I never noticed that you are so different from your daddy. What muscles. Oh, looky there, in your shorts. That thing is gigantic. What a man! I think that little Pete wants mommy, doesn't he?" ---------------------

For the Grey’s. For the chaos. For surviving. Papa’s fingers twitched weakly against mine before he slowly lifted his other trembling hand toward my face. The movement looked exhausting for him. That alone made me want to scream. His fingers brushed weakly against my cheek wiping away tears exactly the way Dada used to. And suddenly I started sobbing again. Because God. They loved us so much. Too much maybe. “You’re not allowed to blame yourself.” Papa’s voice sounded rough from disuse.

I was walking away from him and he was walking toward me, following me. 'Grasp what you like before it's too late' Papa used to say those words to me as I grew up. He used to tell the same thing all over again. Every time I would always give up on my dreams he used to say the same words. So I listened to him and everything would return to normal. Those words became relatable in every incident. And right then, it was reliable too.

“You’re juѕt lіkе уоur fuсkіng dаd.” Hіѕ еуеѕ wіdеnеd еvеn furthеr аt mу сruеl wоrdѕ. I knеw I’d hurt hіm but I wаѕ glad, he wаѕ twо thіrdѕ thеrе аnуwау. All he hаd to dо wаѕ ѕlар someone аrоund, аnd hе wаѕ his dad’s ѕоn аlrіght.

He doesn't like bananas, but strawberries. I feel a twinge of doubt, something telling me to wait for my time. A daring stream of thoughts appeared in me, quite unexpectedly, even I was shocked by myself. Those are not my parents, this thinking is crazy. It's a bit embarrassing to say, my father met me quite childishly in front of my mother. He was always subtle and lovable in front of his mother. Whenever my mother didn't give him what he needed, this giant man would be like a cat. That's what my mother thought, she used to say dad is easy. love like a cat. As for me, in my eyes papa is like a big brother who is always to clamour for.

His words reverberate through my mind like a relentless drumbeat, leaving me staring at him in utter shock. It's a recurring pattern - always papa. I should have seen this coming, Richie is just a puppet of Papa, he’s always been. Full of disbelief I question "Papa?" I couldn’t help but scoff immediately "I didn’t know you’re still Papa’s puppet, doing whatever Papa wants, whenever Papa wants. You never seem to have a mind of your own, Richie."