Break for Father’s Day
For a week, Daddy Parker had been arriving home late every night. His children—Jason, 9; Annie, 6; and Jeremy, the toddler—were growing increasingly concerned. They caught only fleeting glimpses of him each evening, enough to notice his weary body barely making it to the dinner table and then straight off to bed.
“We should give Daddy a day of rest for Father’s Day,” Annie proposed, her voice tinged with concern.
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Mother concurred, her tone nurturing.
“We could prepare him breakfast,” Jason suggested, his eyes brightening with the thought.
“And let him enjoy it in bed,” Annie chimed in, her face alight with excitement.
“We could also offer him a long, relaxing soak in the tub,” Annie continued, her imagination taking flight.
“We’ll make his favorite roast beef dinner,” Mother declared, her voice steady with resolve.
“And carrots!” Jeremy exclaimed, his small hands clapping in delight.
“Of course,” Mother laughed, her laughter warm as she gently tousled Jeremy’s soft hair.
When Father’s Day dawned, the family was taken aback to find Daddy Parker already awake, donning an apron and bustling about the kitchen.
“We were going to serve you breakfast in bed,” Jason explained, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“We noticed how diligently you’ve been working,” Annie added, her expression earnest. “We wanted today to be a day of leisure for you.”
“Well,” Daddy Parker began, a tender smile gracing his lips. “I’ve been working extra hours so I could take some time off. I planned a surprise for my cherished family.”
The children’s eyes widened in amazement.
“Do you mean we have you all to ourselves for a few days?” Annie asked, barely containing her happiness.
“Yes,” Daddy Parker affirmed, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. “I’ve rented a cottage for us. We’ll spend our days hiking, boating, fishing, and swimming.”
“I love swimming!” Jeremy shouted, his little body bouncing with joy.
“Children,” Mother interjected, her voice a gentle command. “Let’s quickly pack so we can depart after breakfast.”
“There’s no need,” Daddy Parker interjected, his smile broadening. “I’ve already packed everything. We leave right after breakfast.”
Daddy Parker had stealthily packed everything earlier that morning.
“This is going to be the most memorable few days ever,” Jason declared, his voice filled with excitement.
“I’m thrilled,” Annie echoed, her anticipation palpable.
“Me too,” Jeremy agreed, his enthusiasm infectious.
Daddy Parker experienced the most remarkable Father’s Day, not because of gifts, but because he wanted his family to share the best times of their lives and forge lifelong memories. It was, indeed, the best Father’s Day ever.
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