He slowly circled the small cottage his father raised him in. The bare walls stripped of the pictures taped to it. The animal decals left a stain from where they once sat.
The couch sagged where the family used to sit together watching as a movie played among the screen. He sat in his fathers old spot thinking of the arguments they had about the boys green rainboots.
The days he would trick his father to carry him to bed. How every day they would have a big fiasco to leave the house. He rose from the spot wandering to his bedroom. The green wall littered with shelves to hold the bee collection his father started.
The days they would walk away from each other after a math problem only to sit eating ice cream. With their backs against the fridge talking about the boys childhood.
The day his ma and sister came home. The day he brought his boyfriend. The day they told them of their engagement. Where they stayed until their home was ready for them. The place their son took his first step. Remembering when their son belly laughed.
"We gotta go bo."
"I know." He took one more glance before turning the lights off, locking the door. He handed the key over nodding as the "For Sale" sign was pushed into the ground.
He looked back once more before he got into the car heading home. Bidding his final goodbye to his families home, the place he grew up. Was no longer his to come home.
It felt like the last piece of his father was finally gone.
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Papa and Michael
FanfictionSequel to Dad and Tubbo. Can be read alone. - "I don't know if I can be a dad." "You were raised by a man who almost gave you up, he did it. So you can too, you were raised by a strong and loving father. You'll do amazing." That was the conversatio...
