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You giggled happily as your papa pushed you on the swing in your town's park.
"Haha! Harder Papa! Push me Harder!" You shouted joyously as your papa, Antonio, increased his speed.
"Si, si _______. I'm pushing harder." He told you, a fond smile on his face.
but unfortunately, that joyous moment was cut off when you suddenly loosened your grip on the chains from the swing and from 7 feet in the sire......you slowly began to fall.
"___________!!!" Your papa screamed as he ran to catch you.
But.......he was too late.
You fell face first on the hard concrete and cracked you head. Blood slowly began to seep from your forehead.
"P-papa...." Was the last thing you said, before you blacked out. You papa's scream of terror fading into nothingness.
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Antonio paced back and forth in the hospital's waiting room. He been there for the last few days. He hasn't eaten, he hasn't bathed, all he does is stay in your room and wait until you wake up. But unfortunately, the doctor's forced him tog o home and shower, eat and sleep. But how could he, when he's been worried sick about you, especially after all the blood you lost due to the impact of the fall.
He choked a sob that was waiting to come out. He leaned against the wall and slid down, putting his hands over his face.
"Mi hija.....por favor be alright...."
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You groggily opened your eyes only to close them back shut quickly as the bright light shone in your eyes, blinding you for a few moments.
You groaned when your head began to throb.
"P-papa...." You whispered, your voice cracking due to the days that you haven't spoken.
Immediately you were pulled into a strong hug.
"__-_______!!" Your papa cried out, tears flowing down his tan skin.
"P-papa...it's alright. I'm fine! See?! P-please don't cry papa...." You told him, tearing up a bit. You didn't like to see your papa crying, especially when it involved you.....
"__-________ please never, EVER, do that to me ever again. You scared my to death mi hija!!"
"S-si papa. I promise. I promise to never scare you ever again!"
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But it seems that you broke that promise and decided to marry one of his friends, Gilbert, who was twice your age!!
You almost gave him a heart attack!!
"Haha! Harder Papa! Push me Harder!" You shouted joyously as your papa, Antonio, increased his speed.
"Si, si _______. I'm pushing harder." He told you, a fond smile on his face.
but unfortunately, that joyous moment was cut off when you suddenly loosened your grip on the chains from the swing and from 7 feet in the sire......you slowly began to fall.
"___________!!!" Your papa screamed as he ran to catch you.
But.......he was too late.
You fell face first on the hard concrete and cracked you head. Blood slowly began to seep from your forehead.
"P-papa...." Was the last thing you said, before you blacked out. You papa's scream of terror fading into nothingness.
-------
Antonio paced back and forth in the hospital's waiting room. He been there for the last few days. He hasn't eaten, he hasn't bathed, all he does is stay in your room and wait until you wake up. But unfortunately, the doctor's forced him tog o home and shower, eat and sleep. But how could he, when he's been worried sick about you, especially after all the blood you lost due to the impact of the fall.
He choked a sob that was waiting to come out. He leaned against the wall and slid down, putting his hands over his face.
"Mi hija.....por favor be alright...."
------
You groggily opened your eyes only to close them back shut quickly as the bright light shone in your eyes, blinding you for a few moments.
You groaned when your head began to throb.
"P-papa...." You whispered, your voice cracking due to the days that you haven't spoken.
Immediately you were pulled into a strong hug.
"__-_______!!" Your papa cried out, tears flowing down his tan skin.
"P-papa...it's alright. I'm fine! See?! P-please don't cry papa...." You told him, tearing up a bit. You didn't like to see your papa crying, especially when it involved you.....
"__-________ please never, EVER, do that to me ever again. You scared my to death mi hija!!"
"S-si papa. I promise. I promise to never scare you ever again!"
----
But it seems that you broke that promise and decided to marry one of his friends, Gilbert, who was twice your age!!
You almost gave him a heart attack!!
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Um no Gilbert I can't marry you! Not if you're twice my age, If we were closer in age then probably. XD Poor Antonio.