I watched as my dad bented down and smile at the roses in the garden. My life was a mess, but somehow, he was still there, helping me, being there for me and just being my dad. I stared at the shining ring on my hand.
Dad wasn't happy when I had told him that I was engagged, or that I had a life here in the internet. there was so many things I had kept from him and my mother it became unbearable and I took the courage to tell him and mom. Soon afterwards, mom didn't want me. I cried as I packed my things and and threw my bags into the car. My mother couldn't take it, so how should my dad feel?
The sun beat down on the portch, and my dad pulled his hat further down so that I couldn't see his face anymore.
My dad had silently drove me to my grandmother's. He and my grandma went aside and started whispering. I knew that my dad was asking her if I could stay. My grandma came near to me and took me by the hand as my father brought my things out from the car. He waved good-bye without a smile, and left. My grandma turned to me and asked me, "What have you done?"
But somehow, my dad recovered. So did my mom, but it still bothers her. My dad... My dad is the best father I could ask for. He loves me, and I cannot repay him for still being here.
He turned 44 yesterday. I grinned and walked over to him. "Dad?" I nudged him.
He looks up at me. I smile down at him. "Happy Birthday, I love you."
I simply cannot tell you how much I love my dad. Sure, he has flaws, just like everyone, but that's because he is human. He's my father and I love him.
The stroy is fiction. I'm still living with both my parents. My father doesn't garden and I call him "Papa". But still. I don;t really know why I posted this but I just love my father a lot. And he loves me.
I love you dad.
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