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Dad


You’ve been their sense the day I was born.

You’d hold me in your arms just to keep me warm.

You told me you would protect me and love me no matter what.

You said I would always be your little girl no matter how much I grow up.

You’d tell me I love you again and again.

You would still coach me even when I didn't listen.

You might have got mad, and I thought it was unfair, but now I see you truly do care.

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