I ran like the wind, trying to get away from my dad.

“You will never catch me!” I roared.
“Come here, young lady! You can’t punch your own father, that’s being
unrespectful!” shouted my dad.
“Yeah, well you punched your own daughter, and that is being
unrespectful, too!”
I dashed into the kitchen trying to find a hiding spot and also looked in the refrigerator for a snack. I got a chance to eat a bag of Doritos. I don’t know why there was a bag of Doritos in the refrigerator but I didn’t care, I was starving and that’s all I could think about. I was also wondering where my dad was I the house and what is taking him so long to catch me up. I ate my Doritos and they were as hard as rocks. I could actually feel the cheesy, hard chips in my mouth. I could smell my dad from far away. My dad was right behind laughing for some mysterious reason. Mysteriously, I started laughing with him. He tried to snatch me, but I captured him instead. I tickled him as hard as I could.
“Stop, you’re making me choke! Hahaha...” screamed my dad.
“Do you think I care? I want to make you suffer a little bit more!”
Until his anger grew so much he tried to tickle me as much as I was tickling him. He lost his balance and went rolling down the stairs to the basement.
Crash, Crash, Boom!!! There he went, step by step going down to the basement. I felt indeed worried for a second. Then, I suddenly felt like laughing like I was not distracted by what happened to my father. I sprinted down the stairs, when my dad landed.
“Dad, are you okay?” I whispered

He didn’t answer. I asked again.
“Dad, answer me!” I shouted this time. I slapped my dad in the face for
him to react again. But this time he answered.
My dad giggled so hard he was chocking again. I slapped him again to see
if this was actually happening.
I asked what is wrong with him but he just kept on giggling.
“You fell for it! Hahaha...” he howled
“Nice one dad!! I actually fell for that one!!”
“Yeah…you definitely did!!!”
This was ridiculous. We were both laughing insanely in the basement like we’re some unnatural people. I told him that I was starving so we went to get some hot chocolate and a chocolate donut. I could feel how the chocolate donut melted in my mouth and how the the chocolate was so warm. My dad was saying many jokes while we were eating and he would act as if he was a kid.
My dad is different than any other dad because he always makes me laugh. He makes me happy every minute and every second of my day. We have always gotten a long during life, and we almost never fight with each other. We love each other as a father and as a daughter. I will never get tired of he’s jokes even when I am a mature woman and old lady. I will always have him in my heart, because this I the type of father I want.