Daddy's Girl

When I was a little girl, and my brothers and I would be mischievous, or if he was fed up with our noise, my father would raise his voice and out of fear, his tone would stop us in our tracks. Over time, my brothers would be afraid to ask him simple questions, for fear that he would say no, raise his voice, or both so of course they would send me. But, as I became an adult, he still raises his voice about little things, but it has no effect on me, and it is out of respect for who his is, that I obey. I know that no man is perfect, but this is my father, he is the only earthly one I have, and for me he has been there since I entered the world. Taken me to day care, dance classes, piano lesson, to the train station when my car was broken down and I had to get to work, taught me how to change a tire and check my oil levels...lol, endured my attitudes through my teenage, college, and adult years, and has been there for me with open arms since I came home knocked up, and is the only father my daughter has ever known, and is proud to be (I think he spoils her too much, but that's what grandparents do). Honestly, my father is a tell it like he feels kind of person, no filter at all, and at times I wish that he would have one, but I have learned to ignore what I don't want to hear, but for the most part when he is not telling stories to get laughs, he tells the truth. When I was growing up, I used to wish that he was more open with his feelings, and cut it out with this macho crap, but I have come to realize that he is not going to change, and that he is fine with who he is, and I am too.