I woke up the next morning, and checked my phone for the time. It was 8:17, and a Sunday. I started to read through the notifications on my lock screen. Most were irrelevant, until I saw a reminder pop up that read Fathers Day.

Okay. It's not like I completely forgot Fathers Day, I had a gift wrapped and everything, I just, it wasn't on my mind when I fell asleep last night. I pulled myself out of bed, my head throbbing with a headache, and grabbed a sheet of notebook paper from my desk, along with a textbook, and a pen. I returned to my bed, and started to write a note for my dad.

Dad,
Happy Fathers Day. I'm sorry I'm taping this to your door instead of giving it to you. I feel like I'm in quarantine, I don't want to get you sick.

I know everyone says this on Father's Day, it's sort of a pre-requisite of the holiday, but, you are the best dad a kid could ask for. Believe me, I know, I've been asking, and praying for a good dad my whole life.

Most little girls, they day dream about becoming a princess, or getting married, and well, I mean, I did both of those things, but, I also thought about having a good dad, and what he would be like.

I remember thinking that he would be smart, he would know the answer for everything, I remember thinking that he would be funny, and he would be strong, and he would be kind.

I remember praying that my dad would change, that he would become the dad I always wanted. He never did.

I gave up hope. I guess you probably knew that, you knew me after I had given up all hope.

You knew that raising me wasn't going to be easy. That I was sorta screwed up, that you were going to have to deal with a lot of unnecessary crap if you so much as gave me the time of day, which you didn't need to.

You chose to raise me. You chose to go through a ton of drama and crap to be my dad. That shocks me.

You chose to love me, and, oddly enough, love wasn't on my list of dad qualities. You're smart, you're funny, you're strong and you're kind. But, Dad, you also love me.

I never thought about being loved, and what it would be like to have people in my life who actually want me in theirs, and want me to be happy, people who love me.

Love and being loved was a fairy tale to me, it was as real as unicorns, dragons and me becoming a Princess. I didn't understand that people could love, what love was, or that I was capable of it.

I love you Dad. I'm eternally grateful to you, because you love me. You showed me something I thought was a nice fantasy, and you showed me it could be real.

I wake up every morning to two parents who love me, two people who freak out when I get sick or get hurt. People who get excited when I get good grades, and make friends.

Thank you for loving me, thank you for choosing to raise me, and sacrificing a lot of your life to take care of someone who's pretty much broken. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Much Love from your eternally grateful daughter, Abigail.

I read over the note a couple times, then stood up and snuck into their room. I taped the note to the inside of their door, then returned to my room. I grabbed my phone and went on Twitter.

@Abi_Miranda - I'm gonna Periscope in a few minutes... Talking about my dad for Father's Day...

I smiled a little, then tiptoed out of my room again. I grabbed a coconut water from the fridge, and saw a little note on the counter.

Hope you feel better.
(Just in case we aren't up)
XX Mom.

Sitting on the note were two pills, which I assume were Tylenol or something for my throbbing headache. I smiled and took the pills with my water. I retreated back to my room, got in bed, and pulled up Periscope on my phone.

"Hello Twitterico." I smiled as my phone told me I was live. I watched the little comments come in quickly and my head spun a bit. "Okay, um, I'm sick." I said biting my lip, "which really sucks, but, well, I'll get over it. So, I'm sorry I look like I just climbed out of hell, it feels like hell because my parents are trying to break my fever via three blankets." I nodded a little, "anyways, Happy Fathers Day!" I smiled brightly, changing the subject.

- Are u and Lin doing something???

- what'd you get ur dad??

- Happy Father's Day

"So, I just, I want to talk about why my dad sort of takes the cake for fathers on this special day." I explained, "now, for those of you who don't know, Lin, my dad, adopted me in March, after taking me in last December. I love him, he means a ton to me."

- Mmhm. Mmhm. Mmhmmmm

- *nods head happily*

- cuuuutttteeee

- I'm an orphan. Lin should adopt me.

"I swear he cares more about me than I do." I laughed a bit. "I don't know what else to say on that. It's just that, it's true. If something in my life goes wrong, he cares more, he'll do more, he'll get angrier than I will. He cares more about me than me. I'm sick right now, when he found out he freaked out, picked me up and carried me into bed, then tucked me in and told me to get rest. I don't know how to explain this to you guys. It's just, there was a time in my life when I gave up hope of finding someone who cared about me. I don't know, I just really love my dad." I sort of whimpered the last part.

- Are you crying?

- Oh,,,,,,, cute

- She's crying. She's crying.

"Oh, um, I sort of am crying." I admitted, just realizing it myself, "I, I don't know why, I just, I love him, he gave me everything, I'm so blessed." I sighed.

"Abi?" I looked up from my phone to see Lin standing in the doorway. He was in Mario Cart sweats and a Merrily We Roll Along t-shirt, and holding the letter I taped to his door.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Oh sweetheart." He sighed, and climbed on my bed, he came over to me and hugged me. "Thank you darling." He kissed my temple.

"Dad, I'm, I'm, Periscope." I whispered.

"I know, I saw."

"Happy Father's Day, Dad." I smiled, returning the hug.

"Thank you Mija."

"You're welcome, I still have your gift." I recalled.

"You got me something?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes, it's Father's Day, of course."

- OH GOSH ITS LIN

- LINS HERE

- @USHinAP shared this broadcast

"I don't know why you guys are all so excited, I do live here."

- oh yeah. I actually forgot that

- oh......

- LIN LIN LIN LIN LIN

"Yes, I do live with my child. I know this may come as a shock to all of you."

- you guys he's wearing Mario Cart sweats

- I'm sorry you have to live with that thing.

"Wow, um, Abigail," I felt his hand gently comb through my hair, he moved my head to the crook of his neck, "we're gonna go, I'll spend Fathers Day with my family, and don't call my  daughter a thing. Please." I couldn't see my phone but I assume Lin stopped the broadcast. "Love you Peanut." He said.

"I love you too." I smiled, "I don't want to get you sick though." I bit my lip.

"I don't care darling."

"I still have a present for you." I said, and hurried over to my closet to grab it. I grabbed the bag and handed it to him.

"Okay get in bed." He prompted, and I climbed under the blankets. I smiled at him, and he opened the bag, I got him a couple Nintendo t-shirts and video games.

"I'm not quite sure what, what to get you, I'm not great at this." I bit my lip nervously.

"Peanut this is awesome." He grinned, looking through them. "Oh it's a good day." He smiled.

"Good morning." I heard my moms voice, and I looked up to see my mom holding Sebastian on her hip. "Someone wanted to see Dada on Fathers Day." She smiled, and came over to my bed.

"Homeboy!" Lin exclaimed and reached his arms out, "why hello there." He smiled, holding Seb on his lap.

"Morning Mijita, you feeling any better?" Vanessa asked.

"Uh, not really." I admitted.

"I'm sorry darling." She said, gently rubbing my shoulder.

"I'm fine, it's fine, not a big deal, it's Father's Day." I shrugged, and turned my attention back to my dad.

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Thanks for reading!

- Abi