My Daddy and Me.
Ok, well, how do I start out here? My dad was 22 when I was born. I was the only child for four years, so I pretty much had my daddy to myself. I remember rolling on the floor with him, and using him as a pillow. I looked like my dad, so I felt a great bond with him. He was always laughing, and he was always joking that because he was left
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