My Assignment...
Dad not all should be called by this name, for it is an honor and a duty. Some call us
father, some say daddy and some just call us pop...no matter how you say it? If you fail
to do any of these assignments, you failed not just your child, but everyone.
I'm a chef, a maid, a parent, a teacher, a lawyer, carpenter, Plummer, painter, doctor,
trash man, chauffer, guard, friend, enemy, Sheppard, defender and daddy. I get days off
sometime… but my real pay comes when I teach my children correctly, I work some nights
and sometimes even on my day off when needed or when called, I only get off
when sick but always still on guard...This is not a job but an assignment from God... and God
knows... that we all will suffer if I should fail any part of my assignment, but when I get it
right? Angels rejoice and God smiles!
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