One Day, My Dad Show

DuringthespringtimeoftheyearIturnednineyearsold,afatherIdidn’tevenknowexistedsuddenlyshowedup.

“Whyareyouhere,Duke?Itwascomfortablewhenwedidn’tseeeachother.”“You’vebeencomfortableallthistime,soisn’tittimeforyoutobeuncomfortable,YourHighness?”

Turnsout,mymotherwasactuallythedaughterofatyrant.AndmyfatherwastheDukewhooverthrewthattyrant.

“O,greatandbusyDukeofChelsiers.Didyoulookformejusttomakemefeeluncomfortable?”“Isitsostrangeforahusbandtolookforhiswife?”“Dowestillhavethatrelationship?Ah,Iforgot.Wellthen,let’sgetorced.”

…Cananyonetellmewhat’sgoingonwiththesetwo??

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“IwishIwastheretohugyouwhenyouwereyounger.”

Itwasalowwhisperfilledwithamixtureofsoft,warmandsadfeelings.IhesitatedalittlebeforeIconfessed.

“IoftenmadeMomupsetbefore.IfImetyouearlier,youmight’vehatedme.”

Dadburstintolaughteratmywords.Eventhough…ImeantwhatIsaid.Afteralonglaugh,helookedatmewithahintofasorrowfulsmileonhislips.

“Ifwehadmetearlier,youwould’vecalledmeDadmore.That’senoughforme.”