ndfan1993
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This was a story for Father's day, dedicated to my dad. I wrote it last night and it is quite short, but it nearly brought him to tears. I figured it might be decent if it did that. But anyhow, the people mentioned are, obviously, real. But the circumstance never happened. I made it up 
. Enjoy.
Btw, Happy Father's Day to all American(and other) dads out there today.
He smiled down at the sleeping toddler. Well, sleeping child. He couldn't call her a toddler any longer, what with her turning four but a month ago. She was growing up fast, and all before his very two eyes. Oh, where had the time gone?
Sighing, he turned his attention - and his rolling chair - to the computer screen in front of him. Work. Sure it was voluntary work for something he loved doing... But it was work, and at two in the morning, he'd rather not mess with it. So, turning off the computer, he glanced back at his sleeping daughter on the couch and laughed softly. She never did, nor did he think she ever would, agree to sleep in her own bedroom.
She had the coolest room in the house in the dead of summer, and the dear child wanted to sleep in the living room. It was fine with him expect the reason that she didn't want to sleep in her room was quite typical - Monsters in the closet. Even after proving that there was nothing there, praying with her, and staying with her for hours on end, her four-year old mind still imagined scary monsters hidden in the shadows.
Not that any decently-sized monsters would fit in there, He laughed softly to himself, Her room is the size of a shoebox.
Goodness, she was getting big. Wasn't it just yesterday he had held the premature baby girl in his one hand, feeding her in the hospital? Wasn't it just yesterday her big, blue eyes stared into his for the first time? Wasn't it just yesterday that the tiny baby girl didn't even know how to play peek-a-boo, let alone an entire computer game from start to finish...
She was his youngest daughter. His older two were teenagers, sixteen and fourteen. He had been through this already. Twice. But it didn't make any difference. He still did the same thing when he looked into his eldest daughter's eyes, remembering changing her diapers, watching her first steps, and, oh goodness, teaching her how to ride a bike for the first time. Now she was nearly an adult... A sophmore in highschool...
And his middle-child... Fourteen... Fourteen! How many days were there that he didn't think he (or she!) would make it to her fourteenth birthday, he reminisced jokingly. But he thought the same of her as he did for all three of his girls. He loved her. Though the middle girl had never been a complete daddy's girl, she always had held a special place in her heart for him. Though she stuck with her Mom mostly, she was still his daughter, and he'd never let her forget it. Fourteen long years.... Wow.
Snapping back to reality, he realised he had been sitting in his chair for almost half an hour, thinking of the past.
"Ah, Dad, you're getting old," He said to himself quietly, standing up to get out of his creaky computer chair. "Getting old..."
Heading towards his bedroom in the darkness of night wasn't an easy task, for young ones leave toys everywhere. He took extra care not to step on anything, but failed miserably. He stomped squarley on a rubber duck, which broke the heavy stillness of the room, and he froze immediately.
It wouldn't be a good thing for her to wake up now... He thought bitterly, mentally smacking himself for stepping on the toy.
He stood stock still; barely was he breathing for about three minutes straight. When he was finally sure his four-year-old was asleep again, he started to walk off, but stopped when he heard a sweet, soft voice call out to him.
"Daddy?" The voice said.
Uh oh. She's awake. He said to himself.
"Yes, baby?" The father cooed.
"Is it time to wake up?" She sleepily asked.
"No, dear. It's still nighttime."
"Oh." She paused. "I had a dream."
"Oh really?"
"Ya. In my dream I was lost." She shivered slightly, eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Aw, did you find out where you were?" The dad soflty cooed.
"No... But then you came and finded me and I was all better." The girl reached out her tiny arms, just asking for a hug. "I love you, Daddy."
He smiled back and gave her the hug she wanted, "I love you, too, sweetheart. Now, you should go back to bed. We don't need a sleepy girl at church tomorrow."
"Okay, Daddy. Goodnight." She sleepily mumbled.
"Goodnight, dear." He softly replied.
He tucked her back in and watched her fall almost immediately asleep.
Yes, he was getting old, very old.
And he was loving every minute of it.
The End
. Enjoy.Btw, Happy Father's Day to all American(and other) dads out there today
.He smiled down at the sleeping toddler. Well, sleeping child. He couldn't call her a toddler any longer, what with her turning four but a month ago. She was growing up fast, and all before his very two eyes. Oh, where had the time gone?
Sighing, he turned his attention - and his rolling chair - to the computer screen in front of him. Work. Sure it was voluntary work for something he loved doing... But it was work, and at two in the morning, he'd rather not mess with it. So, turning off the computer, he glanced back at his sleeping daughter on the couch and laughed softly. She never did, nor did he think she ever would, agree to sleep in her own bedroom.
She had the coolest room in the house in the dead of summer, and the dear child wanted to sleep in the living room. It was fine with him expect the reason that she didn't want to sleep in her room was quite typical - Monsters in the closet. Even after proving that there was nothing there, praying with her, and staying with her for hours on end, her four-year old mind still imagined scary monsters hidden in the shadows.
Not that any decently-sized monsters would fit in there, He laughed softly to himself, Her room is the size of a shoebox.
Goodness, she was getting big. Wasn't it just yesterday he had held the premature baby girl in his one hand, feeding her in the hospital? Wasn't it just yesterday her big, blue eyes stared into his for the first time? Wasn't it just yesterday that the tiny baby girl didn't even know how to play peek-a-boo, let alone an entire computer game from start to finish...
She was his youngest daughter. His older two were teenagers, sixteen and fourteen. He had been through this already. Twice. But it didn't make any difference. He still did the same thing when he looked into his eldest daughter's eyes, remembering changing her diapers, watching her first steps, and, oh goodness, teaching her how to ride a bike for the first time. Now she was nearly an adult... A sophmore in highschool...
And his middle-child... Fourteen... Fourteen! How many days were there that he didn't think he (or she!) would make it to her fourteenth birthday, he reminisced jokingly. But he thought the same of her as he did for all three of his girls. He loved her. Though the middle girl had never been a complete daddy's girl, she always had held a special place in her heart for him. Though she stuck with her Mom mostly, she was still his daughter, and he'd never let her forget it. Fourteen long years.... Wow.
Snapping back to reality, he realised he had been sitting in his chair for almost half an hour, thinking of the past.
"Ah, Dad, you're getting old," He said to himself quietly, standing up to get out of his creaky computer chair. "Getting old..."
Heading towards his bedroom in the darkness of night wasn't an easy task, for young ones leave toys everywhere. He took extra care not to step on anything, but failed miserably. He stomped squarley on a rubber duck, which broke the heavy stillness of the room, and he froze immediately.
It wouldn't be a good thing for her to wake up now... He thought bitterly, mentally smacking himself for stepping on the toy.
He stood stock still; barely was he breathing for about three minutes straight. When he was finally sure his four-year-old was asleep again, he started to walk off, but stopped when he heard a sweet, soft voice call out to him.
"Daddy?" The voice said.
Uh oh. She's awake. He said to himself.
"Yes, baby?" The father cooed.
"Is it time to wake up?" She sleepily asked.
"No, dear. It's still nighttime."
"Oh." She paused. "I had a dream."
"Oh really?"
"Ya. In my dream I was lost." She shivered slightly, eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Aw, did you find out where you were?" The dad soflty cooed.
"No... But then you came and finded me and I was all better." The girl reached out her tiny arms, just asking for a hug. "I love you, Daddy."
He smiled back and gave her the hug she wanted, "I love you, too, sweetheart. Now, you should go back to bed. We don't need a sleepy girl at church tomorrow."
"Okay, Daddy. Goodnight." She sleepily mumbled.
"Goodnight, dear." He softly replied.
He tucked her back in and watched her fall almost immediately asleep.
Yes, he was getting old, very old.
And he was loving every minute of it.
The End
