Day Two:
Dear Daddy;
Today is Father’s Day. That’s why
you’re Day Two. We don’t have the best relationship,
but you know me so well. You know that I love Buzz Lightyear, and
you know that I love – no, adore – Ferb Fletcher.
Whenever you go out to wherever, you always bring me back
something. That’s not what I love about you. It’s the
fact that I’m still your little girl, your baby, and you love
me for who I am: the lazy, messy, crazy, childish sixteen year old
that you loved since I was just as long as your
thumb.
No matter what you ever buy me – even if
it’s my wedding dress – the best gift you
ever gave me was saying you were going to stop smoking. I
had to leave the room to keep myself from crying. I know
you’ve been smoking for thirty years, but stopping could give
you the ten extra years to see me graduate, to get married, to meet
my kids. It’s been my fear that you wouldn’t be around
to take pictures of my senior prom date and me; to give me away; to
hold your grandchild. It’s given me so much hope to know that
you are going to stop.
Whenever we’re alone in the car or at
home, we always – somehow – end up talking about
Phineas and Ferb. I know it’s kind of weird, but it’s
my favourite way to spend time with you. You know the show better
than I do, and you’re usually asleep during the
episodes.
I don’t know what to get you for
Father’s Day, but I know that no matter what it is,
you’ll love it. After all, you still have the horribly drawn
Phineas and Ferb card from last year on your
table.
I love you so
much, Dad.
Your Princess, your little girl, your baby,
your
daughter,
Kelsey
Tremaine, 16
years