No Longer Daddy's Little Girl
Take the time
Spend quality time with them and if you don't have the time make it! Coming from a daughters point of view, a father is some one who makes time out of his busy week to teach his daughter values and morals with love, patience and little spiritual guidance, if possible.
While growing up from a child to a teenager my mother always worked weekends, even till this day she works on saturdays (she's a beautician). Therefore my dad and I spent a lot of weekends together, which I loved. On saturday mornings we would take my mom a fruit salad for lunch; it had different kinds of fruit chopped up into little bite size squares, cottage cheese, and topped with sunflower seeds and raisens, she loved it! Afterwards we would go to the park or go drive around looking for yard sales. Sometimes my dad would take me the East Los Angeles College parking lot where he would teach me how to drive, that was fun. If we went driving around looking for yard sales, my dad would stop at the ones' I wanted to stop at and basically buy me whatever I wanted, which was usaully jewelary and he would buy some jeans for work. If we went to the park I would swing on the swings or just try make baskets with my ball, while my dad would run tracks around the park or play handball with the little blue ball. A lot of the time we spent together was just us talking about everything. He would tell me stories about how to do this and not be like that and so much about life in general. He also schooled me about the street life and how there's nothing out there for me and he talked to me about how school is important and I should put my education before everything. I believed everything my dad told me and took everything he said seriously, I had so much respect for that man.
I have 3 siblings my sister is 11 years older than me and my brothers are 12 & 13 years older than me, yes and I am the baby. Sometimes I think my siblings were jelous of me because they would say how mean my dad was to them or inpatient he was with them and with me he was the complete opposite, I was daddy's girl! They said I had him wrapped around my little finger, whatever that means! I think it was just the difference in his age from when he had them and me. My dad was not even 20 years old yet when him and my mom had my sister and brothers, my parents were around 32 years old when they had me so my dad was a little more experienced and patient when I came along.
The last few weekends we spent together was a little upsetting to me because he wanted to talk to me about things I didn't want to hear. For some reason him and my mom invested in plots (grave plots) they told us you never know what can happen so they just wanted to be prepared for the what ifs' and we (their children) wouldn't have to worry about it plus they wanted to be buried next to each-other. Anyways he was telling me that if anything ever happen to him, he wanted me to graduate high school no matter what and for me to take care of my mom, because I was the only he could count on for that. I told him to be quiet and nothing was going to happen to him so why is he telling me this? I don't know if this is true but, many say that the soul knows when they are close to death and guess this is what my dad was going through. It was so sad I was fourteen and half and he was only 47 years old, and he died in his car from a random stroke. That Saturday morning he seemed really sad and he came to pick up my mom to take her to work but, she was sick so she didn't go. I was playing Sega Genesis and he asked me if I wanted to go to Azusa Canyons to the river and that my brother and his kids were going to go with us, I said yeah! He said he was gonna pick me up an hour or so and for me to be ready and to call my brother to tell him to be ready as well. He walked out the door and I didn't hear his car start so I looked out the window and he was still their so I decided to go with him but when I ran out he started to drive away, that was the last time I ever saw him alive!
Overall to get back to the point of this hub my daddy was a really wonderful dad to me. My definition of a father is; provider, caring, considerate, thoughtful, hard worker, mechanic, a little stern at times, wise, smart, my personal ATM, and my best friend! Oh, when he died my aunt went to his job to tell him that he passed away, his boss asked, "how is Delilah doing is she taking it hard"? My aunt asked, did you know my niece? He replied no but, that's all Mario ever talked about his baby Delilah and he works hard because he wants to make sure she has everything she needs and wants! When I heard this it made me cry and smile at the same time, however I see a lot of my daddy in me when I spend time with my kids and my nieces and nephews!
In concluding, my daddy taught me and instilled many values in me that I will always be grateful for. I now am in college and almost done, my mom and I help each-other out a lot, and I love and do the best for my children. Moreover I am content with who I am and I try to live my life to the fullest and set a good example to my kids like my dad did for me. I loved my daddy because he showed me that he loved and cared for me!