Today is fathers day. This morning, I pulled a book out of my suitcase that I found in DC, talking about what other kids liked about their dads. I found the back of the book, and wrote a long few paragraphs about how much I love my dad. I tried to find something to wrap it up with, but I couldn't find tape, the stapler, or wrapping paper. I saw a SkyMall magazine on the couch, so I grabbed that and a glue stick, put the book in the middle of the magazine, and glued the pages together. About half an hour later, my dad got off the phone with his dad, and I handed him the magazine. I suggested that even though he had already read it, he should read it again. He gave me a confused look and began to reread it. Right in the middle, he saw the bulging pages and carefully pulled the pages apart. The book fell out into his hands, and I told him to read it. He read the whole thing, and when he got to the back of the book, he began to read what I wrote, but in the middle of the first sentence, he started to cry, and asked me to read it instead. I did, and when I finished, he was still wiping away tears. He said that it was the best thing in the world, and hugged me.
 Shalah · Mon Jun 18, 2007 @ 12:02am · 0 Comments |
