‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧ Hiya! Here were I live, its Father's Day! And so, I've wrote a story to...celebrate it. Though the story is not very... positive, I shall say. I wanted to make it different. Not happy. But anyways! If its father's day where you live, wish your father a happy day :D And I hope your father isn't like Cassandria's. lol if you look at my mini pfp its so blurryyyy Hope you enjoy <3 ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴅᴀʏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅʟʏ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ @-ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀsᴘᴇɴ- ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ (ᴄ) ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ 2022 I knocked on the door, awaiting my father's reply. It came. "Who's there?" I heard him growl. "Cassandria," I said. "Come in. I still dunno how to do the dishes." I unlocked the door, closed it and stepped in. "You gonna lock the door or what?" "Yes, Father. Sorry, Father." I locked the door. "Good. Now gimme the key." I handed him the key, though somewhat reluctantly. I set my bag down on the floor, wiped my shoe and took out my money. "Here, Father. I made a hundred today." He grunted. "Not good 'nuff. Yesterday you made a hundred 'n twenty." I lowered my head. "I'll get going now." Father paid no attention and merely flicked the television back on. Inside, I was trembling. I hadn't made the money- I'd stolen it from my friend. My one and only friend. Things couldn't get worse, could they? I was absentmindedly washing the dishes. Once done, I started to head towards the pan and pots but then remembered something. I walked as quickly as allowed and pulled out cardboard box, wrapped in red wrapping paper. I felt Father's greedy eyes watching me. "What yer doing?" he asked. "Just-just a sec," I replied. "I SAID, what are you doing?" His fat frame stood up, blocking most of the sunlight. "Getting my things out," I replied. I then handed the gift to Father. "Happy Father's Day, Father," I said, a little morosely. “Ah-ha!" he cried. "So this is where the money went! On USELESS things like this!" No, it's because my rich friend didn't bring that much money today, I thought. Father tore the wrapping paper and box open. Inside were a pair of socks, shirts, and a mug reading 'Best Dad Ever!'. "Why'd you buy this trash?" he growled. I had no answer. "Answer me! WHY DID YOU BUY THIS TRASH?" He threw the mug, shirts and socks down. I heard the mug break into a million pieces. My heart did, too. I hope you didn't cry :( This story is probs different to all the other, happy, positive ones. I just wanted to make a different one. But anyways, hope you enjoyed <3 See you in the next story!
