I knew he wouldn’t use that as long as the game was on. He had one hand behind my back and the other was holding the remote. Probably thinking that I would get bored of it soon enough, he let me be. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. “I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. “Sitting on your lap.” I replied cheekily. “What are you doing?” He asked me, not taking his eyes off the TV. I sat down sideways on his lap, using his arm as back-support. He was sitting in the corner, leaning back with one arm on the arm-rest. I was wearing black panties beneath a too large t-shirt, they were lace and covered only a small part of my backside. One night, several months after that last week of summer, my dad was watching sports from the sofa. Just hugs and kisses weren’t enough though. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me.
I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer.
