The act of love

Kathy hate pulling weeds, she thought it was hot and sticky espically on saturday. Sometimes kathy wondered if her dad ever like her. He would grumble if he saw a weed. Like that night, Kathy took the thrash without being told, however her dad did not realise it and was mad with her as she did not put the trash can lid tightly enough to keep their dog out. Two weeks later, on the morning of another weed picking weekend, she was sick, he took her to the doctor and the doctor said she had pnuemonia. The only thing nice was that she did not need to pick weeds. That night a nosie wake her up, it was her dad, he came up to her and put his hand against Kathy forehead. He then laid something on her nightstand and left. When he was gone, Kathy reached out to the nightstand and picked up the basket inside the basket was a cute little puppy. Her dad had never gave hug and never said, I love you.But he had just said it all.