Remodel My Daddy
Dad has always been strict and hard. Me being his little girl, his protection is even
stronger. Looking through his eyes, i feel like i'll never grow up, And that's no problem
but i deserve to be treated correctly to my age, 15, i know shocking, i have an old soul,
I've always wanted, i guess you can say... " A dream dad." A dad you sit around and do
your nails, talk about guys, i'm interested in. Just simply, open and honest about
everything. Cry on his shoulder when i need to and go shopping with. But its just a dream,
it will never ever happen. I thank God, for my fantastic mother and father. 15 years of
marriage and still the best parents in the world, in my eyesight. Even though, i want to
remodel my daddy.
Life isn't Burger King, You can't have things your way!
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