A Peculiar very Peculiar (Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children)

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I stood stunned for a moment, with my left hand resting on my cheek and highly surprised. I had received a kiss from a girl for the first time in this life and, although it was on the cheek... it is Emma's!

Yes, I know that in my previous life I had several wives, but this is definitely totally different. Why? The wives I had in my previous life only wanted me for my money and power, but in this world I have no power at all and although I have a lot of money... Emma doesn't know. Which means that a woman finally likes me for who I am and not for my money and power!

[The others like you too and I didn't see you so excited when you found out]

Yes, that's right. Bronwyn, Fiona, Claire and the twins... They also love me and I wasn't so happy and that's wrong, but I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. That's why my emotion wasn't so great at that moment.

[Didn't you think the system was capable of doing that?]

Basically yes, after all... Who would trust something like that? But now, thanks to Emma's kiss, I have been able to prove that the system was right. Actually 6 girls like me! Now only Olive remains.

[Congratulations, but I think you should reflect on that later, when you're lying down and not in danger that your father might get mad at you for being late]

Without paying much attention to the system, I set off towards the "hotel" where surely my father would be waiting for me at the same table as always and with dinner already on the table.

"Hehe, girls finally like me for who I am" – I said with a silly smile as I walked towards my destination.

You must understand my joy. I know I'm acting like I'm dumb, but it's the first time in my two lives that a woman loves me for who I am and not for my money and power. It's normal to be excited, elated about something like that, so let me enjoy this happiness for a little more. From time to time behaving like a fifteen-year-old teenager is not bad... even if inside I have more than 40 years of experience in life.

When I arrived and entered the hotel, I could see how wrong I was about my father. My father was not at the usual table with dinner on the table, but was at the bar with a huge mug of beer, looking down and staring blankly. As if he were thinking about something that made him feel sad.

"Dad, what are you doing, what's wrong with you?" – I said immediately.

For a moment, I forgot about the fact that 6 girls liked me and started to worry about my father. Seriously. What happened him to make him like this?

"Ah... hello Jacob. how was your day?" – my father asked.

Then, he took a sip of his beer.

When he did, I could observe that his face was completely red, indicating that he was completely drunk, so I was now sure that this was not his first beer.

"Dad, I think you've had too much to drink. let's go to bed" – I said trying to take the beer away from him.

But with a quick movement, my father dodged my hand and drank the rest of the beer in one gulp (and there was not exactly little left)

"Life sucks, Jacob. the sooner you understand, the better!" – my father said.

According to Jacob's memories, there were only two reasons for my father to get drunk. The first was at the parties my mother used to celebrate from time to time and the second reason was when she was extremely sad.

"What happened to you?" – I asked.

My father said nothing and looked to the side, doubting whether or not he should tell me.

"Nothing. I just wanted to drink" – my father said.

"Dad, who are you trying to fool? I know perfectly well that you only drink in two situations, when mom has a party or when you feel sad and I don't see any parties around here" – I said.

My father looked at me for a few moments.

"Did you know something, Jacob?" – my father said.

"Tell me" - I said.

"Since your grandfather's incident I have noticed something different about you" – my father said.

Suddenly, my heart started pounding and I even turned a little pale. What does he mean by that?

"I don't understand what you mean. I was always like that. Besides, I'm already recovering from the shock that Dr. Golan said I had. The holidays on this island are going better than I imagined" – I said.

"No, it has nothing to do with your recent loss or your mental problems. I really notice something different about you. As if you have become more mature, with more bearing, more calculating and much more observant" – my father said.

My heart beat harder. How could he have noticed? I mean, yes, I've changed, but I tried really hard to hide it. I just looked a little more mature. Sometimes, after experiencing a loss, people become more mature and even change their personality a bit, so I thought they would attribute my change to that. Who could think that my father would notice the change and be suspicious about it? Alcohol really makes him smarter.

But it doesn't matter if he noticed my change or not. Why? Because my father always forget what he does when he's drunk. There hasn't been a time when he remembered what he did when he was drunk, so I don't care if he realized that or not.

"It's just that I realized that I couldn't continue to be the way I was until now. I had to mature and that's what I did. Nothing more than that" – I said.

It's a very silly excuse, but quite credible. Don't you think?

"You are strong, Jacob. Unlike my pathetic self" – my father sighed.

"Are you going to tell me what's happened to you once for all?" – I insisted.

My father looked at me for a few moments and nodded. He has finally decided to tell me his concerns.

"You see, I was quietly on the beach, watching a... an amazing bird, when suddenly I crossed paths with him" – my father explained.

"With whom?" – I asked.

"Another birdwatcher or at least I think so" – my father said.

"I don't understand. Is that why you are so depressed, just because you have met another person who has the same profession as you?" – I asked without understanding.

"You don't understand, Jacob. That man, that man had equipment 100 times better than the shit I have. He was a professional, Jacob, a superb professional, Jacob!" - my father shouted.

When he raised his voice, the few people who were drinking there, turned their heads in search of the loud sound that disturbed them.

"Lower your voice, Dad" – I said.

"Jacob, we're literally on the planet's ass. How can it be that I've run into another birder? What were the chances of that happening?" – my father asked in a more normal tone of voice.

"It's certainly a little weird for anyone to come here, but... What does it matter that there's someone else here watching birds? What that affect you?" – I asked without understanding.

"Well, because I'm sure he's here to birdwatch for his book too" - my father said.

"You can't know that. He may not intend to post anything. Maybe he just likes to observe and that's all" – I said shrugging my shoulders.

"No. I'm sure his plan is to publish a book. Call it professional intuition or whatever you want, but I'm sure of what I'm saying!" – my father said.

Again he raised his voice alarming those present who already seemed to be a little angry that my father was screaming at that hour.

"Dad. This is enough and what does that matter, does it affect you anything that this guy is going to publish a book that you're not even sure he's going to publish?" – I asked.

"You still don't understand it. You should have seen his equipment, next to him, I look like garbage. I'm sure his book will be much better than mine. He will publish many more copies, sell more than I do, and be completely eclipsed... again" – he said

We are back with his defeatist behavior.

"Alright. Do you know what I'm going to tell you? Do it, surrender" – I said.

"Huh?" – my father said confused.

In reality, that were not the words he expected to hear from Jacob. He thought he would at least try to cheer him up.

"Is that what you want to hear from me? Stop being a pushover and make an effort. The fact that he has better equipment does not mean that it is better than you. There are people who have started with less than what you have now and came to succeed through effort and perseverance, stop being a fucking defeatist once and for all" – I said angrily.

He is always the same. He always gives up when he sees that the other person is better than him. Well, you must know that there are people who started from shit, with nothing and who, with effort, dedication, perseverance and a bit of luck, became great businessmen, rich and powerful. Like, for example, my old self.

I started with nothing more than a little money that they gave me when I left the orphanage and from there I had to climb. It took me many years to get to the top. But I made it.

My father was shocked to hear those words and was completely immersed in his thoughts. He was silent for a few minutes until he finally looked up.

"But how do I do it? I have neither his equipment nor his ability to observe..." – he said.

"No need. Only don't give up, keep going and you'll see how in the end you succeed" – I said.

"Thank you for your encouragement... Jacob" - he said.

And then, he collapsed at the bar, completely asleep due to the enormous amount of alcohol he ingested.

"Even though he understood, tomorrow he won't remember anything. That's a shame" – I sighed.

Then, I carried him like a sack of potatoes and carried him to his room.