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[MTM] Anne Frank quote
[For the purposes of this fic (because both Flack and his father have the same name) Don is going to be Flack Jr. and Flack is Flack Sr.]
"Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands."
His dad had never been a fan of his becoming a cop. He didn’t want that for any of his kids really—he wanted them to find their own way, do their own thing, not necessarily fall into the family business. Problem with being an NYPD legend, however, is that naturally, one of your kids is going to want to follow along in you footsteps, whether you want them to or not. But out of all his kids, he really didn’t think it would be Donnie, his namesake, the kid who had too much heart, too much trust. Don had all the makings of a good cop: the loyalty, the people skills, and the head for putting two and two together. If it had been any other kid but his own, Flack would have probably been pushing him through the front door, but when it was his own son, his Don, it was an entirely different story.
And Don knew that. But he was also the kind of kid who was going to do it anyway, regardless of what his father thought.
The day he brought home the white forms for the police academy there was a fight to end all fights. It was a battle of epic proportions, but Don wasn’t actually the one fighting it. It was between his parents, in which his mother was supporting his decision, shockingly, while his father argued—or at least tried to argue—against it. In fact, all three Flack children were in the living room, pretending to be watching TV, all the while listening to the two of them go back and forth. At first the fight was just the two of them talking on top of each other, and then there came the moment that came in every one of their fights, when Marie told her husband to just shut up and listen for two seconds, while she got out what she was trying to say.
“Now, listen to me, Donald—that is your son in there. Your oldest son who you raised to do what he thought was right, and it’s not as though he doesn’t know the risks. He’s watched you be a cop for twenty years now, and if he’s decided that that’s what he wants to do, then, damnit, you are going to support him. This is what he wants. For Christ’s sake, let him have it.”
It was pretty obvious who had won that fight.
Later, after his father had gone elsewhere, he would go to thank her, and she gave him the speech about how he was to be careful out there or so help her God, and he just stood there and listened instead of complaining, knowing that after what she had just said, he at least owed her that much.
“You’ll be a good cop, Donnie. And we raised you right, so if this is what you wanna do, you do it.”
“I will, Ma. I will.”
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"Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands."
His dad had never been a fan of his becoming a cop. He didn’t want that for any of his kids really—he wanted them to find their own way, do their own thing, not necessarily fall into the family business. Problem with being an NYPD legend, however, is that naturally, one of your kids is going to want to follow along in you footsteps, whether you want them to or not. But out of all his kids, he really didn’t think it would be Donnie, his namesake, the kid who had too much heart, too much trust. Don had all the makings of a good cop: the loyalty, the people skills, and the head for putting two and two together. If it had been any other kid but his own, Flack would have probably been pushing him through the front door, but when it was his own son, his Don, it was an entirely different story.
And Don knew that. But he was also the kind of kid who was going to do it anyway, regardless of what his father thought.
The day he brought home the white forms for the police academy there was a fight to end all fights. It was a battle of epic proportions, but Don wasn’t actually the one fighting it. It was between his parents, in which his mother was supporting his decision, shockingly, while his father argued—or at least tried to argue—against it. In fact, all three Flack children were in the living room, pretending to be watching TV, all the while listening to the two of them go back and forth. At first the fight was just the two of them talking on top of each other, and then there came the moment that came in every one of their fights, when Marie told her husband to just shut up and listen for two seconds, while she got out what she was trying to say.
“Now, listen to me, Donald—that is your son in there. Your oldest son who you raised to do what he thought was right, and it’s not as though he doesn’t know the risks. He’s watched you be a cop for twenty years now, and if he’s decided that that’s what he wants to do, then, damnit, you are going to support him. This is what he wants. For Christ’s sake, let him have it.”
It was pretty obvious who had won that fight.
Later, after his father had gone elsewhere, he would go to thank her, and she gave him the speech about how he was to be careful out there or so help her God, and he just stood there and listened instead of complaining, knowing that after what she had just said, he at least owed her that much.
“You’ll be a good cop, Donnie. And we raised you right, so if this is what you wanna do, you do it.”
“I will, Ma. I will.”
495 words
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