𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 ˣ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃 | ᵃʳˡᵉᶜᶜʰⁱⁿᵒ, ᶠᵘʳⁱⁿᵃ

11: 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨, 𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

Sorry for how long this one took, the past days have been too busy for me to get back onto the book 😭

Had to constantly redesign the book's cv before ultimately deciding to just make a new and simpler one .

Get ready for this one, a lot of stuff to unpack here!

Originally 10k words of content here but I opted to split it since this half is already done and is enough to be its own chapter, hope you enjoy 👊

Next chapter is going to be the actual GP

5600 words (•̀᎑-)
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Dad homeschooled me. He was a great teacher but there were times I would ask and in the end both of us are confused.

Dad isn't the smartest and can be oblivious at times but I can't really hate him for that since I'm his daughter, I'm bound to have some of that his when I grow up.

Though dad isn't the best in terms of book smarts, I'd say that he is a more hands on type of a guy. Always eager to teach me how to do some daily necessities that he described to be "essential" once I become an adult. If it's that important, I always try to remember these reminders of his.

At first, I didn't take him serious since wouldn't he take care of me even when I'm all grown up?

That's what all spiraled in my head every time he would start rambling while doing strange hand gestures, as if Dad was playing charades.

I loved it when he taught me how to cook, ever since then, I would be the one doing the kitchen work. It wasn't very smooth at first but I got the hang of it after some trial and errors.

The only time I didn't want to cook for him was when he collapsed on the floor one unfortunate morning. I panicked, naturally. It was my first time seeing something like that.

It scared me.

But I wanted to help him.

I remembered his past teachings and went for the telephone that sits on top of the drawer right next to the tv. I quickly pulled a chair and climbed over it to reach the device. Dad's illness must've gotten worse, he needs to get sent to the hospital immediately.

I grab red hilt of the telephone and was about to dial the three-digit emergency hotline when Dad  came out of nowhere and suddenly pulled my hand away from the gizmo.

He was just on the floor earlier.

Dad looks distraught, it's scary.

"Don't touch that." He sternly warned. It's my first time hearing that kind of tone.

After that, he didn't say anything much and instructed me continue cooking.

He explained that he forgot to take his meds when he woke up.... Which I guess is the reason Sam's to why he fell in the floor.

He was quiet, merely sat on a chair and staring out of the window that had no curtains.

When I finally settled down the food I had cooked, an uncomfortable silence built up.

"Hey, sweetheart..."

"What do you dream to be when you grow up?" Dad asked, breaking the silence that had filled the air between us on the dining table.

"... Kind." I answered.

As if affected, Dad didn't say anything back after that.

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