The Fourtieth-Sixth Note

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When asked who do you love the most your father or your mother?
Most people would cowardly say they loved both of them equally, when deep down they know they prefered one a little bit or much more than the other.

That certainly was not the deal with me, when ever I get asked I would just choose my father.
It wasn't that I didn't like my mother, I loved her, but my relationship with my father was golden.
I loved his spirit and respected him immensly, and that is the reason why I have been telling him about you, I told him how funny and intelligent you were and I told him that we were close friends, of course he knew I had certain feelings toward you even without me saying and so he asked me to invite you to dinner.

Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?
With your parents?
Yes, if you don't want to it is fine, it is just that my father wanted to meet my new friend.
Did you talk to your father about me?
Well yes, we are friends! I said embarrassed.
I am honored, you ruffled my hair, of course I will come, but you will have to meet my mother too, she has been asking about the hospital girl for weeks.
I blushed remembering how awkward I was that day.
Well alright.
Good.

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