One day, my dad told me, “When I met your mother, she was already pregnant with you. She found out about it after 3 of our dates. Your mom honestly told me everything. She suggested I leave because I was only 20 years old and the prospect of becoming a father scared me. And then, as I was about to say goodbye forever, I saw your mom holding a picture. I asked what it was. And it was your first ‘picture.’ Or rather, an ultrasound scan. I asked to see it, and she didn’t refuse.
As soon as I saw you, I knew you were mine. And I didn’t leave. I wanted to stay so badly. And you’re my girl, my daughter. And don’t you ever doubt that? Otherwise, if I haven’t managed to assure you of my love in all these years, I’ve lived my life in vain.” © Chamber 6 / VK

Story 2

My father brought us up in strictness. Recently, our sister got married. She and her fiancé had a simply adorable, touching ceremony.
I let out a tear, and my 2 brothers were crying too. I started to look around to make sure our father couldn’t see us. I saw him standing in the far corner of the hall, and he was crying.

Our mother is wiping his face with her handkerchiefs and stroking his back, but it doesn’t help. My brothers and I went up to him and hugged him. Of course, upbringing is a good thing, but family is more important. © Chamber 6 / VK