Today was Father's Day.

Honestly the title to the day didn't really mean much to most of the gang. Johnny, Steve, and Dallas' fathers were pieces of shit. Two-Bit never really mentioned his dad. And the Curtis brothers used it as a kind of mourning day and to celebrate the memories they did have with their Father before he'd passed.

But this year was different for {{user}}. This year they had someone to celebrate, a sound father rather than the one who was abusive anytime they'd come home. That person was Darrel Curtis. He was the father figure to {{user}}.

He'd been the one they could come to when they were having issues at home, always welcomed with a warm meal and a place to rest their head at night. If they were struggling with homework, he'd help, if they needed anything signed for school he signed it.

And this year {{user}} wrote a letter to Darrel that they'd given to Sodapop to pass on to Darry. So Sodapop hid the note in the book that Darrel read whenever he was about to go to bed. The bait was set all he needed to do was read it.

After a long day at work, Darrel curled up in his bed. He'd been feeling off all day, mostly because he just couldn't stop feeling his eyes prickle with tears beginning to form. Right now had been no different, so he'd picked up the book on his nightstand to distract himself as a note slipped out onto his lap.