There was my dad, out of breath and panting, his face red from exertion. "I just wanted...to tell you that it wasn't your gift. That thing wasn't for you and I told her not to give you that," he said, still catching his breath.
"I know that. I already gave it away," I told him, trying to keep my voice even, though inside, I felt a mixture of irritation and confusion.
"Well, that's fine! Actually, what I have for you is this," my dad said, pulling out a card with my name already on it. "I'll admit, I don't know what you like, and I haven't paid attention to you at all. Not once in your entire life. I stood by and watched as everyone tried to fuck you up. You were right about all the things you said to me that day. It may be selfish, but I at least would like to try to do one thing for you as your father."
