yes, there are those memories of yelling at me when I sucked my finger to so late an age. there was the missed goal on the soccer field. there was the time I punched you in the face and then collapsed waiting for you to respond with your own blows, but you only responded with tears. but behind that ZZ Top beard you wear now, the kind smile that was always there has matured into a gorgeous gem.
I write to tell you that I’m really happy in this trip to Argentina. The place is lovely! I hope you can come soon and enjoy this beautiful place, it’s really nise.
Oh my goodness, i was not expecting this to come up….
Honestly, i don’t know what i can write about my father.
Today as i got off the bus i saw a father and her daughter embrace each other as they walked home together.
I never had that.
“It’s been three years since my father disappeared without a trace. But for the first time, we’ve got a lead. Right, Fondue? The coin my father left me had an unusual mark. There’s a bracelet on display in the Louvre and it’s got the same mark on it, Fondue! If I can get ahold of that bracelet, maybe I can find my father!”
The father of all the pandas is a big panda bear. He has black and white patches and his big paws are enourmous to hold all the bamboos to feed the mini pandas. Actually this is all a bunch of lies. Father panda watches panda-stuff gets the panda mother pregnant and leaves her alone. Panda mother has two mini pandas and abandons one of them because only the stronger can survive. thats why all the panda clinics in Chengdu are so important, they are the truly fathers of the pandas universive. finito
When I entered the room the first thing I saw was how emaciated he had become. He’d probably lost two stones since I last saw him. He was also slower as he used to bit. Turning his head was a visible effort, seemingly like moving a door that’s slightly too heavy.
God, it was so ancient, this father figure!
Maybe that’s why George Michael amuses me so.
Considering how that’s all played out, you know, denying your true nature. I guess that makes me one for not pretending.
These girls who softly gasp “Daddy” into their pillows, they sicken me, how the fuck? I said, “You have issues, then, with your dad,” they say, “I have abandonment issues, I never knew my dad.” Okay, but if you ask me to call you five letters, the ones I have reserved for sweet childhood glimpses only, I will shed my clothing like an eternal moth and scoot the fuck out of there, I mean, disgusting, the way you taint these things like this.
Tamed by a shrew that giant of a man. When I was small he was a mountain, towering over me, ever-present. But time and the ravages of life gradually picked away at him, eroded him from the sides. When my mother died he erupted like a volcano. Then the shrew moved into claim his very centre. The mountain moved and now it is gone, memories like clouds floating in to take its place.
My father is not perfect. His views about world are different than mine on so many things. He got his own psychological issues and was short tampered in my childhood. He may not be best Dad. But than who can claim to be perfect in this imperfect world. But, I do not have any doubts on his love ever. I am and was center of his world. He is patient of dementia now. Its so hard to see a man completely transformed over period of time.
I looked across the grave, with my eyes spotting only one that I loved i slowly dragged my sad depressed body over the tomb stones and finally arrived at one. on it wrote the loving father who served in many but was killed in the war trying to save his family, an arm wrapped around waist and squeezed me tight, don’t be depressed, sweetie, he did the right thing honey, and you will still see him one day. he still loves you, just remeber he was your father.
We used to play all day the as the warm sun bathed my skin in light, he used to pick me up and sing with me, but know he’s gone and Im stuck with my step sisters they are horrible I feel like cinderella and least they don’t work me, oh whats this you writing in your diary thats jessica the oldest of my step sisters, at least they dont work me ha! Thats a great idea I’ll go tell mother, well that got a little worse, tyen a truck pulled up and out came a man his I reconised his eyes but how I screamed with joy my father was here but he had left how I thought he died I was so happy but then I woke up tthe words time to mop sarah oh I sighed wishing this wasnt real.q
I just came home from my school’s Welcome Party. I was really exhausted so I just wanted to lay in bed and do nothing. I arrived home only to see the door completely open. I don’t recall mom saying she was gonna arrive this early. There was someone inside, and as he stared at my face he said: “Steve… I am your fathah”.
He wasn’t there much. I hardly know him but I still have love for him. How can you love someone you don’t know? Has he even wanted to know how I’m doing? Why has he been gone for so long? Maybe he can answer my questions.
My father was a great man. It was wonderful to be his daughter. He was a respected engineer and designed rockets. He was also a great family man and took time to play with me and my brother.
My Father was a gentle soul, giving me the knowledge I needed to love the world and have faith in all people good and bad. Even though he knew we could not change them.
My father is awesome because he always takes care of us. I love my father so much and I will be very sad if he passes away, but hopefully that won’t be for a long time.
I never really knew my father, save one bleak memory. Warm, but gray. Muggy. We were standing in our backyard together, him drinking a beer, me sipping on some cider I had made with my mother. When I looked up at my father, I noticed he was balding. His hair was gray. He was fat. His teeth were stained when he smiled. And he kept looking out toward the old white fence that sealed us in, as if waiting for someone or something to break through, snatch him up, and steal him away.
Darth Vader! His name means Dark Father in German :3
wawa
My father is a mechanic at Sears ( for 38 yrs) . My father is best friends with my best friend’s father . i also have a heavenly father named God .
The boy’s father was big, strong, and loving.
yes, there are those memories of yelling at me when I sucked my finger to so late an age. there was the missed goal on the soccer field. there was the time I punched you in the face and then collapsed waiting for you to respond with your own blows, but you only responded with tears. but behind that ZZ Top beard you wear now, the kind smile that was always there has matured into a gorgeous gem.
dear father
I write to tell you that I’m really happy in this trip to Argentina. The place is lovely! I hope you can come soon and enjoy this beautiful place, it’s really nise.
first time doing one word
Oh my goodness, i was not expecting this to come up….
Honestly, i don’t know what i can write about my father.
Today as i got off the bus i saw a father and her daughter embrace each other as they walked home together.
I never had that.
“It’s been three years since my father disappeared without a trace. But for the first time, we’ve got a lead. Right, Fondue? The coin my father left me had an unusual mark. There’s a bracelet on display in the Louvre and it’s got the same mark on it, Fondue! If I can get ahold of that bracelet, maybe I can find my father!”
The father of all the pandas is a big panda bear. He has black and white patches and his big paws are enourmous to hold all the bamboos to feed the mini pandas. Actually this is all a bunch of lies. Father panda watches panda-stuff gets the panda mother pregnant and leaves her alone. Panda mother has two mini pandas and abandons one of them because only the stronger can survive. thats why all the panda clinics in Chengdu are so important, they are the truly fathers of the pandas universive. finito
When I entered the room the first thing I saw was how emaciated he had become. He’d probably lost two stones since I last saw him. He was also slower as he used to bit. Turning his head was a visible effort, seemingly like moving a door that’s slightly too heavy.
my father is dead
he got cancer in the head
he died in a bed
and good bye i said
God, it was so ancient, this father figure!
Maybe that’s why George Michael amuses me so.
Considering how that’s all played out, you know, denying your true nature. I guess that makes me one for not pretending.
These girls who softly gasp “Daddy” into their pillows, they sicken me, how the fuck? I said, “You have issues, then, with your dad,” they say, “I have abandonment issues, I never knew my dad.” Okay, but if you ask me to call you five letters, the ones I have reserved for sweet childhood glimpses only, I will shed my clothing like an eternal moth and scoot the fuck out of there, I mean, disgusting, the way you taint these things like this.
Tamed by a shrew that giant of a man. When I was small he was a mountain, towering over me, ever-present. But time and the ravages of life gradually picked away at him, eroded him from the sides. When my mother died he erupted like a volcano. Then the shrew moved into claim his very centre. The mountain moved and now it is gone, memories like clouds floating in to take its place.
Bad sick crazy love tired worker driver fishing call bitch food organizer
My father is not perfect. His views about world are different than mine on so many things. He got his own psychological issues and was short tampered in my childhood. He may not be best Dad. But than who can claim to be perfect in this imperfect world. But, I do not have any doubts on his love ever. I am and was center of his world. He is patient of dementia now. Its so hard to see a man completely transformed over period of time.
fater
Checked right now no still a woman…… Wait a minute ahhh
when was the last time you chacked because you should run and i mean run to the mirrior now you are turning into a man
Well that was 2 years ago
Well last rime I checked im not
jonathen told us that you are turning into a man
you are starting to look a lot like one to
No im a girl soz
sup evie you will be a dad one day
Sup jesse
father is my dad and my uncle and my grandad and my other uncle and especially my … mum
one day we will all be fathers and i am talking about everyone i don’t know why but its true
I looked across the grave, with my eyes spotting only one that I loved i slowly dragged my sad depressed body over the tomb stones and finally arrived at one. on it wrote the loving father who served in many but was killed in the war trying to save his family, an arm wrapped around waist and squeezed me tight, don’t be depressed, sweetie, he did the right thing honey, and you will still see him one day. he still loves you, just remeber he was your father.
We used to play all day the as the warm sun bathed my skin in light, he used to pick me up and sing with me, but know he’s gone and Im stuck with my step sisters they are horrible I feel like cinderella and least they don’t work me, oh whats this you writing in your diary thats jessica the oldest of my step sisters, at least they dont work me ha! Thats a great idea I’ll go tell mother, well that got a little worse, tyen a truck pulled up and out came a man his I reconised his eyes but how I screamed with joy my father was here but he had left how I thought he died I was so happy but then I woke up tthe words time to mop sarah oh I sighed wishing this wasnt real.q
protection that sometimes can be more harmful than helpful. a fountain of knowledge and reason.
I just came home from my school’s Welcome Party. I was really exhausted so I just wanted to lay in bed and do nothing. I arrived home only to see the door completely open. I don’t recall mom saying she was gonna arrive this early. There was someone inside, and as he stared at my face he said: “Steve… I am your fathah”.
I like it.
He wasn’t there much. I hardly know him but I still have love for him. How can you love someone you don’t know? Has he even wanted to know how I’m doing? Why has he been gone for so long? Maybe he can answer my questions.
My father was a great man. It was wonderful to be his daughter. He was a respected engineer and designed rockets. He was also a great family man and took time to play with me and my brother.
A pure devil that is a fake god and ended by being a souvenir. But.. I love him.
My Father was a gentle soul, giving me the knowledge I needed to love the world and have faith in all people good and bad. Even though he knew we could not change them.
My father is awesome because he always takes care of us. I love my father so much and I will be very sad if he passes away, but hopefully that won’t be for a long time.
I never really knew my father, save one bleak memory. Warm, but gray. Muggy. We were standing in our backyard together, him drinking a beer, me sipping on some cider I had made with my mother. When I looked up at my father, I noticed he was balding. His hair was gray. He was fat. His teeth were stained when he smiled. And he kept looking out toward the old white fence that sealed us in, as if waiting for someone or something to break through, snatch him up, and steal him away.