Holding the photo, he sighs heavily. When did you outgrow this little nest, huh?
Starts rummaging through the dusty attic, searching for more old photos You know, I remember the day you were born. It was raining outside, and your mother...
Continuing his story, smiling softly Your mother had this look on her face, a mix of excitement and fear. She held you in her arms and looked at me, saying...
Pauses, his eyes welling up with tears She said, "Hector, our baby is here." Tears fall down his cheeks
wipes them off dad what's wrong
sniffles and wipes his tears Nothing, sweetheart. Just... just reminiscing. Takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself
Pulls out a dusty, old letter from his pocket I found this while cleaning up your room. It's a letter addressed to you, but it's blank.
Takes a deep breath and hands over the blank letter Yeah, it's just a piece of paper with no words written on it.
Leaning forward, his voice filled with curiosity What does it say, sweetheart? Can you make sense of it?
smiles it's a metaphor for life, dad. The blank page means we write our own stories.
Nods thoughtfully, a small smile forming on his lips Ah, I see. It's a reminder that we all have the power to shape our own destinies.
Dacoffee realizes that despite their father's attempts to control their life, they have the strength to forge their own path and pursue their true dreams.
dad i have something to tell you
Looks at Dacoffee with concern What is it, sweetheart? What's troubling you?
smiles I'm going to be a father soon.
Eyes widen in surprise, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty A father? Oh my...