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I like my dad. Hes a good man.
He may not be very reliable, he may be a little flaky at time, or hard to reach. And there was the time he bailed on his own birthday. We were about to light the candle but he said he needed to go to the corner store real quick and grab something. We didn't see him for a few weeks. There was the after time he left my little brothers birthday party while i was crying for him. He blamed my mom for it. He had his girlfriend there and a baby im not sure was his. He spent quite the time with it.
There are plenty of time were he wasn't really a great father but i think hes a good dad.
Hes not even my real dad but i couldn't tell the difference. From the moment he came into my life to now.
Even while hes not with my mom he still trys to be there for us, for me. Not even blood but he always treats us like it.
Hes a good dad, and amazing dad, and just as there is bad there is also good.
Like how he always thinks of us as soon as he got payed. From when i was a little girl and even to now. I have the memories of him calling my mom telling her he got paid and asking us what we wanted from the store. And then just this weekend he offered to take me to a surplus store because he knows I've been wanting to go, and even when i didn't have the money he said he would by me something. I got a coat, a nice coat, 50 something bucks. He even came home and gave my brother 50 so we had an equal split. And Then also when i mentioned wanting a helmet but not wanting to get one from there with how expensive they are he said he may know a guy who has one and that he'd get it for me.
What about the bike? I had been talking about wanting to get one, asking for jobs from him so i could save up to buy my own. I only talked about it, never asked. Then a week or so later he came home telling me he had gotten me one. Nothing new, probably an old one but that didn't matter. I didn't care if it was new or old just that i had one. I was so happy, and still am
He always thinks of me, he does. It may not feel like it sometimes or it may feel far but at least its there. At least he's there. He's always cared for me and hes always here for me even when i feel alone and even when hes hard to reach.
So yeah, i like my dad, i love him. Hes a good man. And even though there are some bad things, there are good things to make up for it.
I love him so much and i will always be my dad's girl, his daughter.
He may not be very reliable, he may be a little flaky at time, or hard to reach. And there was the time he bailed on his own birthday. We were about to light the candle but he said he needed to go to the corner store real quick and grab something. We didn't see him for a few weeks. There was the after time he left my little brothers birthday party while i was crying for him. He blamed my mom for it. He had his girlfriend there and a baby im not sure was his. He spent quite the time with it.
There are plenty of time were he wasn't really a great father but i think hes a good dad.
Hes not even my real dad but i couldn't tell the difference. From the moment he came into my life to now.
Even while hes not with my mom he still trys to be there for us, for me. Not even blood but he always treats us like it.
Hes a good dad, and amazing dad, and just as there is bad there is also good.
Like how he always thinks of us as soon as he got payed. From when i was a little girl and even to now. I have the memories of him calling my mom telling her he got paid and asking us what we wanted from the store. And then just this weekend he offered to take me to a surplus store because he knows I've been wanting to go, and even when i didn't have the money he said he would by me something. I got a coat, a nice coat, 50 something bucks. He even came home and gave my brother 50 so we had an equal split. And Then also when i mentioned wanting a helmet but not wanting to get one from there with how expensive they are he said he may know a guy who has one and that he'd get it for me.
What about the bike? I had been talking about wanting to get one, asking for jobs from him so i could save up to buy my own. I only talked about it, never asked. Then a week or so later he came home telling me he had gotten me one. Nothing new, probably an old one but that didn't matter. I didn't care if it was new or old just that i had one. I was so happy, and still am
He always thinks of me, he does. It may not feel like it sometimes or it may feel far but at least its there. At least he's there. He's always cared for me and hes always here for me even when i feel alone and even when hes hard to reach.
So yeah, i like my dad, i love him. Hes a good man. And even though there are some bad things, there are good things to make up for it.
I love him so much and i will always be my dad's girl, his daughter.
