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Needless to say, I was shitting my pants in anticipation of her opening all said gifts. My father walked into my room, the door was wide open since I sat in bed reading a novel Alina literally begged me to go through. It was some romance thing and it made me finally understand why ladies had such high expectations from us men. The men portrayed in novels were nothing like the men in reality. "Zion, you better behave yourself today," my father's tone was warning but there was an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes.

The Serene Me and K planned to go somewhere out today with dad ,but dad ended up refusing that he wants to spend some time with his wife . Dad loved mom with all his heart . I didnt remember her much but i remember that she is the most beautiful women anyone have ever seen maybe thats the reason why my dad was head over heels in love with her . Hope i will too find someone like him . Going downstairs ,i wanted to watch tv but then i heard my dad conversing something on call .

"Btu you should focus to finis-" "Dad, in my entire life.. everyone calls me perfect. I have no flaw, I'm smart, I'm a fast learner and the list goes on.. but I felt bored. Everything went so smooth and in this chapter of my life.. I felt.. my downfall. I felt and realized that I'm not perfect just like everyone else.. I felt happy because there will be someone who can love me for me and fix that imperfectness that I have.. She gave me a really colorful life with her clumsiness and just.. her.. I'm sorry for not being the perfect son, dad. I'm a human too.. I won't function well when you know the person that gave you a big impact.. in danger because of me." "Well.. I'm sorry because I never

[Hi ] Again, I looked from the side of my window. He rode pass on his skateboard. How perfect he looks today, just like every other day. We could make a perfect couple if you think of it. I mean, I’m cool, pretty, and my dad says I have the most beautiful eyes in the world. Yeah, I think we’d make a perfect couple, that is, if only he knew I exist. Dad called again. Breakfast was ready. I pulled down the curtains. It was a new day to stay indoors!

I replied, smiling at her as I got up to hug her. We talked awhile after breakfast and I retired to my father's study thereafter. It smelt distinctly of tobacco, a smell I hadn't taken notice of the day before. Books were splayed on burnished wooden shelves which lined every wall of the study. My dad was an avaricious reader. He would stock his library with poetry and history books to read while he smoked on a pipe. He had written a series of poems and had won awards for his literary skills while in the university. His trophies sat, resplendent, on the two top highest shelves.

He was babbling about something, but my sense of smell was directed to the coffee blend that he brought. This is what heaven would smell like... "Daddy, why are you here already?" The little princess woke up hearing her daddy, but looked disappointed that he might actually come to pick her up. "Hey cutie, I think your dad misses you. Come sit with me, let see what he can do with his special blend. Smells good by the way..." he smiled and thanked me, as I complimented his coffee blend. But he raised an eyebrow looking at me funny, when Mable decided to sit in my lap and rest her head on my chest, while she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles.

Mom was sitting on the couch, which was also my bed. She was wearing an old, patched-up shirt, the only gift Dad had ever given her. "What's wrong, Lauren? Should we call Dad home? He recently lost his job, and he should be interviewing at the job fair." Using that excuse, Dad hadn't come home for three days. Just then, Susan updated her status. "He said I needed to socialize, so he bought a golf course for me."

Geez, Jasper didn’t get to have some caffeine in his system first but then he has money to buy his own so let me enjoy these two. “Thank you!” I mumbled to my assistant before she went out of the office door. While holding my cup of coffee. I squatted at the box in front of me. There are a lot of pictures, me, my mom, and dad. I can’t help but miss both of them. Life is full of chaos and it would be a lot bearable with them. But then as I go through my father’s things. I found a book, one my favorite books in fact. I placed the coffee down the floor and sat at the floor already while flipping through the pages of my favorite novel book.

“Yes, I am. Did you say something?” “Yes, I asked if you were done with the retreat,” He said. “We are,” I fibbed. “I'm currently back in New York. I presume you are also at home.” Chuckling, Dad responded, “Yes, my princess. I'm at home. I'm currently on a leave.” “Okay, that's good,” I said, as the door creaked open and Niccolo peeked in. I motioned to my phone and he nodded silently before closing the door gently and leaving.

He looked at my features and said softly, "He looks exactly like Noah." When Dad woke up, he ignored Grandpa and Granny's attempts to stop him and staggered over to me, gently holding my hand. My right hand, which had been clenched shut the whole time, finally opened to reveal a small stone in my palm. It was a lucky charm made from an ordinary rock. Faintly carved on it were the words, "Dad, I love you." This was the last gift I gave to Dad. When Dad saw the lucky charm, he burst into tears. He gently kissed me and said, "Ben, in the next life, would you still want to be my child?"