Daddys Little Girl

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Daddy Over time there have been many people in my life who have influenced me in a positive way. I have been very privileged in my lifetime to have motivating teachers, inspirational political leaders and kind, caring friends who support me when I needed it. That being said, out of all the people I have encountered, the person I admire most is my father. Being the youngest girl in the family I have always been “daddy’s little girl.” My relationship with my father was something I thought all girls had the opportunity to have but, over the years, I have realized that many children have no father-like figure in their life. This made me really appreciate my father’s presence and the interest he has shown in my sisters’ lives and in mine. Growing up in a family of boys, you would think my father would only dream of having sons of his own: sons to play pass, or go fishing and hunting with, just like he did with his brothers. I can just imagine the look on his face when he found out that child number three was going to, again, be a girl. I have always thought a little part of him wishes I, his youngest, was a boy. With two older sisters who wanted nothing but to go shopping and do makeup, I was his only hope. My assumptions were further obvious when at the young age of six he took me ice fishing and then hunting. However propelling his attempts were, he finally realized that I was just like the others; a girly-girl. This did not deter my father. Being the kind and caring man he is, he learned to cope with all the women in the house. He took on the role of mediator: always breaking up the numerous fights over clothes and make-up, and cracking jokes when any of us girls were sad about boys. To other fathers, my father was a saint for all his patience. Not only do I give thanks to my father for his caring and laid back attitude but I also give
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