I am THANKFUL that my parents are mine. My parents were special together until they weren’t. I can recall many happy moments. They provided me with a wonderful fulfilling
childhood. I am THANKFUL for that. I often hear stories about parents that don’t
care or have far too many issues to care or some that just should not have been
parents. I am THANKFUL that I always
felt loved. My parents have always been
very affectionate and always made sure my sister and knew that we were loved.
I am THANKFUL that my daddy was my daddy. My daddy was very protective of his
girls. He made sure that our house was
very comfortable so that there was no need to go to anyone else’s house. We were the designated playhouse. It is kind of funny when I think about it now
but at the time all I wanted to do was spend the night with my friends. When I did actually play at a friend’s house,
it wasn’t far and there was a time limit.
He even had a special whistle for us.
When we heard it, we had better got our tails to the house. My daddy wasn’t much for sports but into more
concentrated activities such a karate and chess which he taught me both. Daddy was (it still feels strange to say was
instead of is) full of freckles, love and curiosity but I never doubted him.

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My parents have a lot to do with who I turned out to be.
...it is what it is, both good and bad.
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