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If life gives you lemons, ask for salt and vinegar.
Your father. That man is the one for you. The moment he heard I was pregnant, he brought out a plan. A plan he had drawn up long ago. A plan to ensure you his first child grows up just fine. Mind you, the plan was for his first child, male or female.
He wanted to be a part of your everyday and that reminds me, he called last night. He’s coming home.
I remember the day you were born, he wept. I was confused at first, wondering if he had been the one pushing and having the contractions. When he could bring himself to speak he said, “I’m sorry babe, but this guy here is going to be loved so much, you’d probably get jealous”.
And what about the day you said your first word, “sugar”… he went near ballistic. (Yeah, he calls me sugar).
Cozy, you would grow up to see many sides to your father. Some sides you would dislike , some you would have a hard time figuring out.
One side you must never forget though, is the side of his fatherly love for you. Love,Mum.
Just a Little More…
1. The love a father has for his son, especially his first son, is strong. I have seen it. It transcends human understanding a time. The way I see it, it is the replica of himself in that little form.
2. What hurts though is when a child is not loved just because she was formed a replica of him… In another sex. The best and wisest plan is to love all your children. Notwithstanding their sex or position in coming. They didn’t choose to be born. Y’all know what you were doing in za ozza room.