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Me and my Daddy at Church Services |
My father is called “Daddy.”
Even though I am eleven years old, I call him “Daddy.” My Daddy called his father “Daddy” until the
day he died. That’s because they lived
in the South, and Daddy says lots of people call their fathers “Daddy” in the
south. I love my Daddy very much. There
are tons of reasons why I love my Daddy.
He takes me fishing, and he brings me old things like radios and old
computer monitors to tear apart and try to fix.
Daddy teaches me
how to build stuff, like sheds, and how to fix boat motors. He teaches me how to make Mom’s vacuum
cleaner work better, and how to cast and fish the best way. He always keeps his cool in times of trouble,
and he says that I should do that, too.
He hums when he gets upset.




Finally, my Daddy
is probably one of the best fathers in the world. He always helps everyone in my family. He loves to spend time with me. He works to make money for us to live. He teaches me to always love others and help
them. I am so thankful for my
Daddy.
"The father of the righteous will greatly rejoice;
he who fathers a wise son will be glad in him. "
Proverbs 23:24