daughter
This story happened before my second marriage, when I moved to a new apartment in Zhukovsk. My daughter appeared to me less often - twice a week, or maybe once.
Before the NH comes from her SMS: "Dad, will you go to "Inversion" to celebrate the new year?".
My old place of work, the attitude to employees and between employees – as in the family, accordingly, the tradition before the NG to gather all who worked there before.
I hate sending SMS, but for some reason the same way and answered (no to call)
I: Well, I don’t know how I’ll feel.
D is no. I need to know exactly.
Chechu rep - daughter 15 years old
Do you need an apartment?
D is yes. Just the apartment.
I: Well, if it is necessary, I will have to go...
D: Thank you very much.
It is hard in the soul. I go to the NH to that office. I sit there with a friend, a single father, a son a couple of years older than mine.
I: Give it up, Leonid. So said and so. I was sent by a daughter from my own house – go, speak, celebrate and don’t come back. As an experienced daddy, what other reasons could there be besides what I thought?
L: You may not even think. There can be no other reasons. Make a schedule of use of the house. When you can bring a lady, when she is her cavalry.
I am: Wait. Should I participate as a father?
L: Well the dick. When my son was hanging on the phone for an hour, I talked to him in a manly way. Anything you want, just use condoms. Here on such a shelf they lie, don’t go on a date without condoms! There are so many dangers around. I don’t even go to the bakery without a condom.
I cut the tail even more. Alcohol makes my thoughts darker. Fuck the fuck. 15 (fiveteen) years ago!! What kind of condoms?
Eventually, he promised to give me a rifle. Yes is. To scare her cavalry. But while the gun is busy... There is an old saying that it is not as terrible to be a grandfather as it is to sleep with a grandmother.
With such annoying thoughts, I drove out of the celebration. Rouge, cavalry, schedule of use of the apartment, condoms. I don’t know how to talk about this with my daughter!!! to
My apartment is... more than single. Someone is talking about scattered socks. Passed stage - they hanged on my luster, so as not to look for a long time in this cabaret.
I come home, as usual, right behind the computer. Something is wrong.
The monitor is glued with a poster: Papa. Happy New Year!! to
I look at the apartment. The room is cleaned. A tree is worth. and dressed. Air balloons in the carnival. There is a note attached to the refrigerator door: “Save the salad with mayonnaise.”
I open the refrigerator – there is a salad, cake, champagne and a bunch of delicacies.
I was ashamed. I call my daughter. I thank you. She came with a friend. And all that marathon they did all day long. I invited them both to the restaurant.
It’s great when you have a daughter.
Bahruz