You're The Best Dad 소설 & 이야기

Mom’s words were laced with venom, suggesting that if he didn’t agree with her, there would be problems. Dad shrugged. “If she were twenty, then it would matter. But she’s not. She’s almost thirty.” Dad looked at me. “You like this guy?” “A-a lot,” I stuttered, unable to believe how well things were going so far. “He’s a good guy?” “One of the best I’ve ever met.” My chest swelled with pride as I realized the words were true. Mom shook her head, going back to work in the kitchen, although not without an aggressive amount of banging of cupboards and drawers being involved.

My Dad said as he placed a box on the ground, letting out a heavy breath with his hands resting on his hips, studying the lounge and kitchen, "I wanted things to be perfect for you when you moved in." "Thanks, Dad. Soon I will be seeing to myself, and you won't have to spoil me as much." I smiled. "I will always buy anything you want because you're my only daughter." He smiled, "I better get the rest of your things." He walked back out. I noticed that my Dad had brought my bag in as it was laying on top of the box he had just brought in. I took my bag and reached inside for my phone and I saw a text from Spooky and Cris, and there was another text...from Tristan.

"If I don't..." "...your father dies."

Zade says quietly, pointing at me, "you’re holding everything in." "What? Because I’m not falling apart over the bastard?" My voice rises, annoyance boiling up inside me. "Izzy," he snaps, grabbing my chin, his fingers firm but not rough. "He might have been a monster. He might’ve been evil and malicious. But he was still your fucking dad. That kind of bond doesn’t get wiped away quickly or easily." His intense gaze burns into mine, and I feel my defenses crumble for a moment. I sigh, my eyes dropping to avoid his.

“You will never win the best parent of the year award.” Mom's eyebrows shot up. “There's a competition for parents?” “Of course,” I replied with a groan. Her eyes narrowed at my response. But when Dad placed his hands on her shoulders, she melted and held back what surely was a harsh retort. Dad gave her a long, loving smile before he looked at the camera instead of the screen. “Even if there were — and I highly doubt it — we don't need to be the best parents in the world to get the award,” he tells me as his smile widens into a wide, happy grin. “We just need to be the best we can be for you, sweetie.”

Dad said. "No, Dad. I know you have always indulged me and let me do everything that I have always wanted to do. You have not failed me in any way. In fact, you've always and will always be the best father anyone could ever wish for." "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, my sweet. Thank you for making my day." he appreciated. "You're always welcome, Daddy." "You know you don't have to feel forced to do anything, right?"

Dad said. "No, Dad. I know you have always indulged me and let me do everything that I have always wanted to do. You have not failed me in any way. In fact, you've always and will always be the best father anyone could ever wish for." "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, my sweet. Thank you for making my day." he appreciated. "You're always welcome, Daddy." "You know you don't have to feel forced to do anything, right?"

Indeed, he couldn't change what happened in his past, but the past changed him and increased his determination to be a better, Dad. He always strived to be a better Dad daily... And, he succeeded in it... He remembered when she came back from school one day and ran straight into his arms... She was practically yelling out the words, << I just realized that I have gotten the best, Dad in the world!!! >> Shey competition where each of the students had to write about their dad. She informed me on how much impart her essay had on her teachers... << Love you, Dad... Thanks for being the best, Dad ever.... >>