Your home life was a bit odd, you had two dads which was common. It was the personalities of them both dad 1 or papa as you called him was a bit of flirt, he helped you with being stylish and was nice to everyone you met. Dad 2 or just Dad was almost the opposite, he was very straight forward and never helped you with anything unless it was for school. He was probably the smartest man ever. He was a good cook, when it came to something with German food. But to you it was perfect, you had the best of both worlds. Easy going and strict, nice and mean, funny and funny.
Thought it didn't seem like it your dad was the funniest when it came to trying to do something and failing. you always found your self laughing at him when hes trying to put together a chair or a dresser. There was one time you and your papa watched him try and build a shed for his lawn tools, but ended up hiring someone. A few other times you watched him put together your dresser when you were younger. he got so mad he just started to do sit up to calm down.
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You walked through the door after school like always, however something seemed off, papa was packing up his stuff. You ran up to him.
"Papa where are you going? why are you packing your stuff?" you felt your eyes start to tear up.
"Nowhere baby girl, its where we're going" He turned to you and smiled. "We're moving Dad got a new job and we get to move to a new place." He continued to pack, you stomped your foot and started to pout.
"NO! I don't wanna move!!" throwing a tantrum wasn't really helping you. What would someone else do? You knew what to do, you grabbed a picture of your school picture and went to throw it but instead you got attacked! It was your dad he saw you were throwing a tantrum and started tickling you. You started to laugh and dropped the picture. Luckily it was in a plastic frame so it didn't break. Your dad just kept tickling you until you let out silent laughter and there were tears running down your face.
"Now don't let me catch you doing that again. you'll like where we're going because its my home country. I know you always said you wanted to go there right?" your dad smiled and lifted the box that papa was just packing.
"We are?! YAY" You smiled, maybe moving wouldn't be so bad, you helped out until it was time to go officially, you had many more tickles along the way and some caused a tickle war between you and papa against your dad.
Yes your family was a unlikely one, but you loved it, and they loved you too. You watched out the plane window as it landed in Germany your dads home country excited for the adventures that it would bring.
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