I Have a Confession
I know so many people that are willing to take your help until they find out something about you they don't like. Then they will take your help but not be nice about it.
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Nonamefornow · 51-55, F
#1 My Father
My father and I really don't talk like a father and daughter does. But he isn't bad at all. He's just one of those men who arent really a home-body to start with. Whenever it's his day off, it's either he's with his friends after taking a nap at home. Or not at home at all, only to be home to take a shower and change. Then leave again for work. He loves his work (A police officer under the narcotics division) helping a lot of young people realize what drugs can do to ruin their future. He would teaxh them how to fish giving them work. His name is known to anyone involved with drug crimes: Families, Schools, High officials, by standers. Just almost anyone.
But at home, he is just a typical strict father, lesser-word man. One who gets easily angry hearing us (his daughters) giggle or laugh so loud he'd enter our room and make that scary face with his eyes getting big giving us a stare, like he can eat us up alive, with out saying any word. With that kind of stare, he can kill us seeing us wearing no bra beneath a top.
There's a lot that can be said about him as a man, but there is nothing much to say about how great a father he was to us. He was strict, to protect us so to speak, but there wasn't really fun out there that I can remember. In as much as how I can see how other fathers are so closely bonded with their families.
My father and I really don't talk like a father and daughter does. But he isn't bad at all. He's just one of those men who arent really a home-body to start with. Whenever it's his day off, it's either he's with his friends after taking a nap at home. Or not at home at all, only to be home to take a shower and change. Then leave again for work. He loves his work (A police officer under the narcotics division) helping a lot of young people realize what drugs can do to ruin their future. He would teaxh them how to fish giving them work. His name is known to anyone involved with drug crimes: Families, Schools, High officials, by standers. Just almost anyone.
But at home, he is just a typical strict father, lesser-word man. One who gets easily angry hearing us (his daughters) giggle or laugh so loud he'd enter our room and make that scary face with his eyes getting big giving us a stare, like he can eat us up alive, with out saying any word. With that kind of stare, he can kill us seeing us wearing no bra beneath a top.
There's a lot that can be said about him as a man, but there is nothing much to say about how great a father he was to us. He was strict, to protect us so to speak, but there wasn't really fun out there that I can remember. In as much as how I can see how other fathers are so closely bonded with their families.