I love my dad
A Daddy's Girl This is me pretty in pink adorned with gold and a nice bow. I'm standing next to my dad, my mom took the picture for us at one of our local burger joints I love my dad. Of course, I love my mother as well and very much. But my father and I had a very unique relationship when I was a preteen. As his firstborn child, I was his royalty and still am. I have pictures of my dad holding me in his arms and I feel his tender yet masculine love for me as his daughter. He's a very patient and loving father to me. The times I've felt offended by him, it's because I esteem him so much that he's unintentionally unaware he's hurt me emotionally, but then he's also the one who corrects misunderstandings with me. Sometimes growing up his holy wrath would kindle when I'd try to get away with having things done my way. An example is the clothes I tried walking out of our home in, such as an inappropriate spaghetti strap top. I often heard mom say it ...
