Dad in my mind is the childhood trips, fancy gifts from around the country are brought about. My family has three daughters, I was the youngest, so since I was a kid I was being pampered published. When friends are still written in pencil wood, I've been buying pencils published. Once there, I still remember my friends admiring, envious that my pen. So that day, I would really look forward to the day announced with a baggage full of presents for me.
My father keep on rubbing with the trip, the day of my father was a handsome man with a big belly that I would love to hug. My dad smoking, drinking and occasionally those familiar with but I'm still acceptable.
Although my house that day did not quite assume anything but I just remembered something I wanted my dad always find a way to meet me (except the unreasonable demands :))). But spoiled but because my parents are going to do all day so I was great and she pressed. We are very self-conscious, level 2, the parents do not have to worry about meals or wash our clothes for both, sometimes listening to your friends talk about parents doing this, the other one I was pretty jealous.

Time passed swiftly qa, my age my father in awe of us, no longer black hair picture, but it was replaced with gray hair, a weathered face soaked life of the father. But I very much attention that day, I just realized, but did not think anything. My father did not go away again, just in time that he appurtenant to trade with my mother.
Father's eyes always light up when asked about the lives of these regions dad went through, I know that whatever you've heard the story many times my dad always asks "so that's okay?" only that Dad told many, fun.
That day my hard work, thought, well is not this just start doing things announced it is considered absurd and dad to do the course. That day, mom dad busy cargo. I then go to school so far away from the shuttle itself began announcement. Many times, I should pick up my cargo busy little slow, I'm just happy hoe, grimacing with her father forever.

As the only daughter so severely evenly things to do, what my father great dad can do. I live in the center of the country where one has to take 10-11 years storm, I remember that day when I was doing the right home in temporary housing, the other has touched the sand into bags, and others sincere respect, only my own, my father must do both very hard. By the time the storm was too strong, the roof was shock, my father must make sure against, photographs published in buy wind was gone forever keep in my heart, then I have never faced such great fear . Suddenly I realized that my father can not live forever with me, then I started to grow up.
Now bigger, better understanding, I'm your dad next time, though when I go home I always find dad to hug ^^
I know that is not possible, but I just wanted to live with my dad.
Daddy, I wish you always healthy baby just like that, sir!