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Daddy. I don't usually call you this, but I need to. It's Father's Day. Daddy, when I try to wriggle out of your grasp, I don't mean it. I do love you, no matter now much we fight, or how many times I pull my hand out of your affectionate grasp. I also know you love me, no matter how many times you yell at me, or ground me. I don't want to let my childhood pass, because the sooner it passes, the sooner I go off to college. I don't want to leave you. I love you.
I feel bad for those who don't have a father, and those who never see their father. It's Father's Day, and everyone should be nice to their dads. I love you, and I don't want you to miss me when I'm gone.
I'll always be your little girl, no matter what.
Lots of love,
alygirl02.
Author's Note: I could type so so much more, but one article can't explain my feelings. Happy Father's Day!
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