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
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