For years, my dad has claimed he’s not a magician. But I know the truth. I’ve seen too much. And today? Today, I reveal everything.
It started when I was a kid. Little things. I’d turn my back for two seconds, and my missing sock would be back in the drawer. The TV remote, lost for hours, would suddenly reappear exactly where I had already looked five times. He never made a big deal out of it, but there was always this knowing smirk on his face—like he was in on a joke the rest of us weren’t.
Then there was the coffee incident.
One morning, I watched my dad take a sip of coffee, make a disgusted face, and mutter, “Ugh, this is cold.” He waved his hand over the mug, and I SWEAR, steam started rising from it. I asked if he just heated it with his mind. He just shrugged and said, “Maybe the mug is magic.”
The mug is not magic. But my dad? Oh, he is.
By the time I was a teenager, I had collected enough evidence to confirm it. He never got wet in the rain—like, ever. We’d walk through a downpour, and I’d look like a drowned rat while he stayed mysteriously dry. Food never burned when he cooked, even when he clearly forgot it was on the stove. He could untangle headphones in under five seconds. You’re telling me that’s NOT sorcery?
But the biggest clue? The Wallet Trick.
Every single time we went out, my dad would pat his pockets and dramatically announce, “Oh no! I forgot my wallet!” Mom would roll her eyes. I would groan. And then—like clockwork—he’d “check again” and magically find it in a pocket he had definitely already searched.
One day, I decided to test him. Before we left the house, I grabbed his wallet and hid it in a drawer. When we got to the store, I waited for the moment.
Pat, pat.
“Oh no! I forgot my wallet!”
I smirked. “Actually, you did. I hid it.”
Dad gave me a mysterious look. Then, slowly, he reached into his pocket… and pulled out his wallet. The same wallet I had hidden.
I was speechless.
“How—”
He winked. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”
So yeah, my dad is magic. He insists he isn’t. He’ll say things like, “Oh, I’m just good at finding things,” or “I just have great timing.” But no. That’s a lie. This man has real-life wizard energy.
I don’t know if he trained at a secret magic academy or made a deal with some ancient mystical force, but today, I’m making it official: I reveal my dad’s magic.
And the best part?
He still thinks I haven’t figured out all his tricks.
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