prince michael jackson
prince michael jackson The Paris Story
princemjj posted on Jan 28, 2010 at 12:59AM
I was talking on the phone with my best friend, Spencer Malnik, when Prince, my older brother, came on the other end. "Prince, hang up!" I said. "No, I need to use the phone." Prince replied. "Whoa... I can see you two are busy... So.. Bye, Par," Spencer said. I sighed. "Okay. Bye, Spence." Prince dialed a number. "You know? I'm calling Dad." "Dad? He's busy." "Nah. He'll always have time for us." "I guess you're right..." "No kidding." I listened as Prince dialed Dad's number. I so badly wanted to see Dad again. I missed him. "Hello...?" A sleepy voice answered. "Dad? It's Prince." "And Paris." "Well, hello, you two. What's wrong? Why did you call?" I felt choked up. "No... I just miss you, Daddy." "I miss you too, dumpling." Prince coughed. "Okay. Paris, just call me when it's my turn." Prince's line went dead. "Daddy... when are you coming back?" I asked. My voice was shaky. "Soon, sweetheart." "Daddy... I miss you. Blanket too, and Prince." "I miss you all too. How's your studies?" "It's good, Daddy." "Well, sweetheart. I love you. L.O.V.E." Tears rolled down my cheeks. I sniffled. "I love you too, Daddy. L.O.V.E." "Don't cry, Paris. We'll see each other soon, okay?" "Okay, Dad. I'm going to call Prince now." I stumbled into the living room. "Prince, it's your turn." Prince ran to the phone. "Hello, Dad?" I ran to my room, sobbing. How I missed my Daddy.... |
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