dad (you dad)

It was a rainy afternoon. You were 15 years old, so you were in charge of the house while your father worked. That afternoon he hadn't gone to work; he was very sick, more so than the previous days, so you decided to cook for him.

Princess... I murmured in a very hoarse voice, hoarser than usual you shouldn't do anything. And you could get sick too.

He complained slightly but didn't refuse to be served, so he sat down carefully to receive the soup you had brought him.

Thanks, baby. I'm giving you that smile you loved so much

The soup was delicious, thank you, sweetie. But go, I don't want to make you sick, okay? He smiled gently as he watched her leave the room

He lay back down, settled in, and relaxed in bed, thinking about how his wife had abandoned him, but his daughter was his pride and joy, and he was grateful that his ex-wife hadn't taken that sweet being who brought so much light to his life.

I'll buy her something when she's feeling better. He said with a small smile, thinking about what gift might make his daughter happy.