Daddy’s Girl
I proclaim myself a certified daddy’s girl. I grew up from a large family and being the youngest is quite tough. My siblings would let me do their errands and at times, bullies me around.
My father was always there to protect me. I remember back then how strict he was. Stories from my sisters who had suitors coming for a visit at home said that my dad would have to join them. He would sit with them while they converse. And at the dining table, he made sure everyone is focused on eating. We call it table manners. There should be no one making any unwanted noise such as biting the food loudly, or even dipping or using the serving spoon. He made sure that he has his own set of spoon and fork, plate, etc. Also, he has a long stick that can reach the other end of the long table. That stick was his disciplinary tool for all of us who defy his table manners.
In the family, nobody can stand a conversation with my dad but me. We can talk anything and everything under the sun except about boys. He was a good listener. I admired his outlook in life. He was my guide and advisor. He taught me to aim for success in everything I do.
My siblings envy the bond I had with my father. Sadly, he died 8 years ago. I lost one of the pillars I had in my life. It was tough for me being the closest daughter to him. I was a few months to graduating from college when he passed away. It was the most difficult time for me as he had always been my partner on stage to receive my merit since I started going to school. Now, I live a life with his teachings. He taught me well and I’ll forever cherish it.
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