My Fathers Love

Father loves me very much. He loves when I cook and clean. He loves that I never ask questions or talk out of turn. Father loves that I stopped asking to go outside. He loves that I ignore the rusted stain of my mother on the basement floor when I wash laundry. Father loves me so much that I wish he was buried instead.

So I'll make sure he is, even if it kills me too.

This is going to be a much needed update to this very old story! The first three chapters will remain and cringy as all time but here and there it will be made anew! I hope you enjoy and stay for the ride!