dad - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Once Sydney had finished telling the high and low lights of her camping trip, Dad locked her in a serious gaze. "You know," he said, callused finger pointing right at her nose, "you kids have it easy. When I was a lad the real work was in setting the snares for the wild parsnips." Sydney mock fainted on the table and Mom snickered. Sometimes there was just no being serious at number forty one.
‘’Of course we do,’’ I interrupted him. That was a dumb reason. ‘’Mom always says good morning to me and asks me how I’m doing because that’s what moms are supposed to do for their kids. Don’t matter if it's a boy or girl. But, you know…dads are supposed to be there too. You barely say hello to me in the mornings. I’m always the one to say. I just need that to change.’’
Dad’s face froze. His mouth was slightly turned down, his eyebrows were curved downwards too; he looked like he was ready to cry - just looked like that though. He’s strong, he doesn’t usually cry over things like this. His face showed feelings of sorrow, feelings of being sorry for being such a jerk and not realising what he’s done. Then…I felt sorry too. I don’t know why, I guess it was contagious. Neither me or Dad knew what to say…I wasn’t leaning on the kitchen wall anymore, neither was Dad sitting down to read the newspaper. We were both standing up, probably one meter away from each other. Our eyes didn’t make contact and maybe that was the best. Then he sighed.