This is just a drabble/freeverse poem of sorts. Do not flame me because of the length. Like I said, it's just a drabble. This is kind of my insight to Rory's feelings of my favorite character. I don't own Gilmore Girls.
What is a father? That's always been my most asked question in my heart.
Is he the man who impregnated your mother, who gave you half of your genetics, and who's name is on the certificate?
Is he the man who's been there in your farthest memories, who was there for every milestone you hit, who hugged you and comforted you, and who loved you unconditionally?
My father… He's always been there. He was there for my first bike, my first broken bone, my first day of high school. He was thrilled at the news of my college acceptances. He loved my mother unconditionally, and was not only her lover, but her best friend. He teased my silly obsessions, supported my dreams, and fought me and fought for me when few would.
Even though I never called him 'Dad', 'Daddy', 'Father'. Even though there were no Father's Day cards. Even though he had no responsibility to me.
He was there for me in everything. He was special. And as I look back on my life, I know that without him, I would have never been me. I also know this.
Luke is my true father.
A/N: Again, this is a drabble. Also, please check out the challenge on my profile.
~Sidney