Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

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Moving into the fiction and literature sections in search of adult novels, I walked with my head tilted to the right, in order to read the titles of the books while browsing the shelves. I always do that in a bookstore, because I'm afraid that someone might be missed by me, even if walking like that makes me dizzy and my neck hurts a little.

By the time Daddy approached me, I had already held many books in my hands. "Need help?" tanyakanya.

I grinned wide and placed the books in his hands. "It doesn't matter, do you think I spend a lot of money on these books?"

He puts his shoulders and follows me. "Anything for you, honey."

Ah, pleasure....

Daddy's a good husband. He repeatedly put the book that has not fit in his hand to the cashier table, leave it to be paid later if I have finished surrounding all areas.

As I was about to move to the last shelf, my eyes caught the title of Love of Corruption, I immediately picked it up and asked Daddy, "Does my mother like to read novels?" my many.

Head shakes. "No," he said.

"So, what's his hobby?"

"none. He just likes to spend time with what he has to do. Like my story, he has to support himself."

"Well, what about the goal? What is the biggest dream he wants to achieve? I mean, if only he had that chance. If he's alive."

Again his head shook. "Can we not talk about this?"

"Come on. Just relax."

"Kejora... please...? Please don't be like this."

"What harm? I just want to know him. That'sthat's all. I just want to know my mom. It's not a problem, is it?"

Daddy nodded with some hesitation. "Yes. I guess. Maybe.no."

"So?"

"Emm. That's it, I'm the one with the ideals, and...."

"He...?"

"He wants to be a part of it. Become a successful fruit farmer with me."

"You're not him, Kejora. No need to be the same person. You have your own life. Understood?"

Hmm. he's very sensitive. Okay, maybe it's my fault. But, if not ask him, how can I know the figure of my mother?

"Yes, right. I live in the present day. I need my own existence and want the world to know me. At least for a group of people who have the same hobby. Famous in the world of literature."

I want to be an inspiration, that -- children like me, who are ridiculed for not having a father, who are referred to as "unlawful children" and insulted by the world for loving their foster father, someday I will be a successful person. Worse yet, I will never come into my life.

"good. I will support whatever you want to do. My son will be an inspiration to the world."

I smiled, wanting to hug her, but I held back. Instead, I thanked him for his support and whispered, "I'll make you happy tonight."

"How?"

"Look at it later."

"Go home, yuk?"

Whoa, fucked. He made me giggle. "Patience, dong. We still have an agenda to the park."

"alright. I'll wait for you."

"good. Just be patient."

"By the way, how about we go to the beach?"

I thought for a moment, and I think that's a good idea. "alright. We're going to the beach."

"Will you go now? I mean, are you done buying the book?"

Oh, he's so impatient.

I nodded and we headed straight for the cashier's desk. As the clerk at the checkout department counted our groceries one by one, I picked up a cookbook and took a few and added them to the pile of unaccounted books.

Well, it's done. Time to go to the beach....