He liked to say that Twizzlers were one of his favorite food groups. I’d shake my head and say, “Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate.” It was our routine. But we don’t do things like that anymore. I don’t think he knows how to be a dad to an eleven-year-old girl. You can’t sit an eleven-year-old girl on your shoulders, especially not when she’s all knees and elbows and five foot five, and you can’t make hot chocolate and wait up for Santa Claus or read picture books.
Awww 😔 it breaks your heart if you’ve ever been a daddy’s girl
