Darroch's POV
"Mr. Cals, it is my daughter's birthday. Please let me say happy birthday to her," I pleaded.
"You're the king," mr. Cals said.
"Does that mean I can't spend a second with my daughter?" I complained. Mr. Cals sighed. I had to spend at least a little time with my daughter, Ilene, on her birthday. I decided that I would. But I would have to figure how to that. Then I had an idea. If I kept doing this idea I think Mr. Cals may wonder something but if I just do this just once I think I can do it without getting caught. "Um, excuse me. I have to use the restroom," I said. I stood up from my chair and walked out of the room. I skittered up the stairs and knocked on Ilene's bedroom door.
"Come in!" called Ilene. I turned the knob and stepped in. Ilene sat up straight from her bed that she had just been laying on. "Dad!" Ilene cheered. She hopped up and ran into my arms that I had just opened for her. I hugged her tightly and she hugged me.
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Lonely
Novela Juvenil15 year old Ilene is the daughter of the king of Ireland, Darroch. She has a humongous room all to herself, a king sized bed all to herself, and the newest technology. But there's something she would trade all that to spend time with her dad, Darroc...
