To fulfill their father’s dying wish, two little girls visit his grave on his birthday to show him their adorable outfits. Near the gravestone, they find two beautifully wrapped boxes with their names and have no idea what’s waiting for them. Isla, 6, and Madison, 8, missed their daddy, Brian.
After he went to his heavenly home, they hadn’t stolen cookies and ice cream from the kitchen at night, joined forces to bother their mother, or gone shopping. Because without Daddy Brian, those things were no fun. “You’re spoiling those girls, Brian!” Brian’s wife, Linda, used to scold him.
“Why do y’all gang up against me? I know you steal from the pantry for your little angels!”
“Well, I’ll spoil them for the rest of my life!” Brian would say with a wide grin. “They will always come first for me as long as I live!
I’m sorry, honey, but you now have competition. But you know, I adore all my girls—including you,” and hug her. That’s how Brian was.
He would always balance out a situation. He was the perfect family man. But after he passed away, something changed.
Isla and Madison became very quiet, and Linda, well, she was struggling to come to terms with his death too. After all, her last memories of Brian had been nothing but terrible. He died before her very eyes, and she couldn’t help him.
Stage four cancer, the doctors had told Linda. They started the treatment the right way and tried their best for Brian, but they lost the battle, and the terrible illness won. Death cannot break the bonds built with love.
Brian’s health kept deteriorating, and one morning he didn’t wake up. Isla and Madison had slept beside him on the hospital bed the night before. He had asked Linda to leave the girls with him that night.
Probably he sensed that was his last night with his little daughters. “Time of death: 4 a.m. Tuesday…” the doctors declared that morning after Linda called, worried because Brian was not answering his cell phone.
The doctors gave her an apologetic glance before they covered his once-smiling face with a white hospital sheet. Brian was gone. He wasn’t coming back, and Linda was devastated.
After Brian’s death, Linda couldn’t pull herself together, no matter how hard she tried. Her girls had been stronger than her. They had at least attended the funeral.
Linda couldn’t stand to see him buried under the Earth. “On my birthday, I want my little girls to look their prettiest, and I’m curious to see what they’ll wear. Do you promise to come to Daddy and show me your beautiful outfits, girls?
You see, it’s possible that daddy won’t be with you that day, but you have to promise me you’ll look your best,” was the last thing Brian had said. It was his dying wish that his girls visit him on his birthday. So the day before, the girls asked Linda to take them out shopping.
“Mommy,” little Isla said. “Daddy loved my red dress. He got me one for my birthday.
I want a red dress.”
“You can pick for me, mom,” Madison offered. “I want it to be Dad’s favorite color.”
“I – I don’t think I have the time, girls,” Linda tried avoiding the topic. She was still grieving Brian’s loss.
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