“Dad, I’m so sorry! I didn't mean to be out that late!” began Ferra
as she was startlingly confronted by her father who was posted waiting in the living
room.
“You KNOW that you have to be home for dinner. Do you have any
idea what time it is?” her father sternly stated, attempting in vain to hide his anger.
"I'm sorry! It won’t happen again! I promise!" she said with sadness.
“You’re going to have to prove yourself,” he said trying to be
understanding. “If this ever happens again, you’re going to be in some serious
trouble."
“I promise! This is never going to happen again,” Ferra said as she
gave her forgiving father a hug.
A few months went by and Ferra was the usual good child that she
had been her entire life. She feared what would happen if she disobeyed her
father and knew better than to cross him.
Ferra managed to keep her promise, that is, until this incident
happened again.
"THAT'S IT!" her father screamed as she, once again, attempted
to sneak into her home without her father noticing.
"You're in serious trouble, Missy. I gave you a second
chance and you blew it. What were you even doing? It's midnight! Dinner is at 7
o'clock every day. I was patient until 8 o'clock.... and then 9 o'clock came
and went and then 10 o'clock rolled by, and you NEVER answered your phone. Do
you know how worried I was? Do you have ANY idea what that feels like? To have
no idea where your kid is?"
"Well, no. I'm not a parent," Ferra thought as her father looked at her with angry eyes. She suppressed her sarcasm and expressed
another apology.
"Really, Dad. I'm sorry. What do you want me to do? How do I
make it up to you?"
Ferra's father was silent as thought for a moment before he came up with the
perfect solution. Suddenly, it came to him. His eyes lit up and Ferra saw evil wash over his face. Her father smirked as he looked at his daughter and dictated her punishment.
"So….Ferra…” he maliciously began.
"Think of your most HATED
task. You know, one I never make you do because you hate it so much? The one
that I always do because I'm just such a nice father? Now dig deep," he
arrogantly and teasingly stated.
Ferra's face dropped and her eyes filled with terror as she realized what was
happening.
"Oh God. No. Dad, ANYTHING else. PLEASE. Please, don’t make me
do it. Dad! Anything!" she begged.
Her father giggled as he realized the genius of his plan.
"Come on. Why don't we start right now?" he said as he
walked toward the back door.
"Dad! No! PLEASE! Anything else! Don't make me pick up the
dog poop!" Ferra wholeheartedly begged as she hesitantly began to walk toward the back
yard.
"How long are you going to make me do this?" she asked
already dreading the answer.
“Every weekend,” her father replied.
“Forever?!” Ferra gagged as she filled with fear of the impending
doom of dog poop.
"Oh, no, of course not forever,” he said, hardly settling Ferra’s
worry.
“Then how long?” she hesitantly asked.
“Oh, you know... We will see, but I'm thinking until, well, you're
married!" he said teasing her as he grabbed his sulking daughter's hand.