

The Good FatherThe woman took the two watermelons in her hands and chucked them at the man with the bag of OREO’s. “They’re mine!” she yelled, as she took yet another watermelon out of her shopping cart and palmed it in her huge fat hands. The man was obviously scared. He wasn’t just any man, he was an artist and a single father of three wonderful girls. “Daddy?” the youngest of them had said earlier, “I want some OREO’s.” The man smiled at her and nodded. That was why he was here at the supermarket today, to indulge his youngest daughter’s sweet tooth. Luckily, he had gotten hold of the last pack of OREO’s the supermarket had. The man’s luck raThe Good Father
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