A Father’s Guilt for his Daddy’s Girl

She knows I love her but she really doesn’t understand the depth of my love. She doesn’t know that I would take the bullet for her or step in front of the bus.

I wouldn’t think twice about it or hesitate. She doesn’t remember the time at the mall I took out a man who was about to run her over.

He was too busy talking on his cell phone and she was too busy looking for something in her purse. I was fast enough to wrap her up in my arms but not graceful enough to avoid the collision with him.

The man went down hard and she laughed. “Daddy, you are so silly.”

She was four at the time.

Now she is seven going on thirty and I am hopelessly in love with the girl that I call the dark-haired beauty.

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