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My Daddy
My Dad is one of those people who seems like he has endless patience, except when he doesn't. As much as that sounds like a contradiction, it really is the best description I have for him.
One of my best memories of him when I was growing up was that he always had the time to have fun and be silly with us and wtha little bit of proding and a few bad jokes to make him smile...we can still get him in on the fun every once in a while.
He's always been there for me and i really appreciate him, all the rides he gives me to random places when I'm too lazy to take a bus, all the strange and random conversations we have (normally when we're in the car driving me somewhere), his concern for me and especially the fact that although he may not always like what I do, he lets me do it anyways if I want to.
I'm not saying he's perfect, every parent has their faults, I'm only saying I love him and I'm glad we can get along because my life would be much worse off without him.
This is Me with My Dad before my Prom in June 2002
