He is strict,,, but still democratic…..
He is fearfully made but still fun to be with…
He provides me everything, all I needed and wanted…
And that proves that he is such a great father….
When I was still a bubbly little girl, my daddy and I used to go everywhere and did things which brought us excitement and enjoyment. He was fond giving me chocolates and candies which really made me smile with amusement.
My mommy called me my daddy’s little bodyguard for everywhere he go I was always there. I can still remember that when my mommy got angry with me, my daddy was my wall, my saviour, my hero, from my mommy’s pow-pow attacks.
He is such a great man. So approachable, so friendly, so generous, so kind.
I cannot even imagine that my dad is an official, an enormous soldier.
I cannot feel his strictness for all I can sense is a perfect trust that most of the fathers do not have for their children.
Just like a bird, I can experience the freedom, a freedom that tells me to go on with what I really wanted in my life.
So democratic, isn’t it? still he is always there to guide my path, providing me words of wisdom that surely enlightens my path as I go on with my journey.
With love and care, all I can say is thanks for being there and for being a great father.
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