Tag: DadsandDaughters
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Conversations with Dad
I don’t remember meeting my Dad, you know. He came into my world when I was 3 years old. Suddenly in our tiny, dirty, shabby Filipino village was a tall white man with a twinkle in his eye and a friendly grin. I don’t remember how we got to be Dad and Daughter…we just were…and…
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“You should write a book about your Dad”
Quite a few friends have told me to that I should write a book about my Dad. I think they like my nostalgic Facebook posts and they think I have a wealth of knowledge on my Dad and that everything was rosey and tinted in a golden hue. That’s not the truth. The truth is…