I am a certified Daddy's girl and proud of it. I grew up a spoiled brat and my Dad is mostly to blame. He never spanked me. He didn't like it when I got bruises on my legs from playing. When my siblings and I would fight, all I had to do was cry and they'd be reprimanded. He was also a good benefactor. He provided me with material things in a good and reasonable way. I never really learned how to pick crab meat because he always did it for me. Up to now, he still asks me if I need help picking crab meat even though my husband took over that job. He is still, without trying hard, the funniest man in my life.
Love you Pa.
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