Loneliness can manifest in quiet moments and unseen glances—a silent struggle even among those who appear content. In our lives, we often find that the people we care about are not always fully aware of the voids within themselves. This is a story about recognizing and addressing that void in a deeply personal way. It is a narrative of youthful initiative, familial love, and the bittersweet process of opening one’s heart to the possibility of a new beginning. At the core of the tale is a son determined to fill his widowed father’s life with hope and companionship—a task that unfolds with both earnest humor and quiet sorrow.
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I WANTED TO FIND A WIFE FOR MY WIDOWED DAD AND TESTED THEM — ONLY ONE PASSED. Since Mom had passed, Dad had been lonely. So, I took matters into my own hands — proposing to women on his behalf with my bottle cap ring. Most laughed. Some asked what made him special. I told them — he was kind, funny, and always kept his promises. Then came the dealbreaker: “And what does your dad do?” “HE’S A DRIVER.” That’s when their smiles faded. One redhead scoffed, rolled her eyes at his picture, and sneered, “Driver, huh?! Not good enough for me.” Then she walked away. But that charity night he took me to changed everything. Dad was finally talking to someone. I smiled — until my stomach dropped. HER. That REDHEAD. No. No way. I stormed over and grabbed Dad’s sleeve. “Dad, stop. She’s not the one.” HER: “Excuse me?” ME: “Forgot me? I proposed earlier.” Her face stiffened. “You little brat.” I bet she regretted it a lot. Yes, he was rich. That’s why I tested them all. Before Dad could react, I said, “I know who you should be with.” I pointed. Dad turned — his eyes widened, and he whispered, “NO. WAY.” 
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