Me: Hi daddy. It's me!
My Dad: Hey, Baby!
Me (giggling): Do you even know who this is?
My Dad: Yeah, I know who this is. It's Sandra (not what he really calls me)
Me (still giggling): I love you, daddy!
My Dad: I love you a whole bunch, baby.
My Dad: Are you alright?
Me: I'm good, daddy. I just called to see how you were doing.
My dad has several daughters and we all sound alike to him, sometimes, on the telephone. He probably says the same thing to each of us. But, I know he means it every time.
I have no idea why I feel like crying right now. But, I don't let the tears come. My dad will hear it in my voice and think I'm sad. But, these aren't sad tears that are threatening to fall. My heart just misses my daddy and it's good to hear his voice.
My daddy did just what a daddy is supposed to do: He made me feel special and he made me feel safe.
You weren't going to push me down on the playground without there being some serious repercussions! Just ask the little boy who did! But, I still laugh when I remember my dad coming home and saying the boy pushed me down because he was going to marry me! Of course, I didn't get it then. But, that little boy never pushed me again. Luckily, my daddy taught me that men who love you, won't push you down.
We talk a bit longer and he tells me about teaching his caregiver to play cards and how he hasn't started betting on BINGO with the other seniors -- but he plans to! Reluctantly, I end our conversation.
Me: I'd better get back to work, but I love you, daddy. I'm coming to visit when the snow and ice melt.
My Dad: I love you, too, baby. I can't wait to see you.
Bye, daddy.
I would be remiss if I didn't give credit to my cousin, Patrice, who cares for my dad, allows him to live in the city he loves, and makes him put on a coat, hat, and scarf.
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