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“i love my papa he carries me on his shoulders once i’m too tired to walk he makes me waffles in the morning sometimes and helps mama fix my hair he pushes me on the swing at the park and tickles my feet once i kick high enough to finally be as tall as him my papa hugs me when i’m sad but he always makes a joke just to make me smile i love my didi he helps me with my homework even though he barely gets it he makes horrible jokes and is always trying to prank me; even though i never fall for it he watches my favorite movies with me even if they aren’t to his liking my didi listens to me prattle for hours because he likes the sound of my voice i love my dad he helps me up when i’m too depressed to get out of bed; it makes me mad when he does but i know why he does it he cleans the cuts on my arms with a gentle and steady hand; i’ve never seen him look so sad but also so caring he holds me on the couch while i cry after a bad argument with my sister; he has never let me down i don’t know what i’d do without him my papa my didi my dad.”
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
my papa
“i love my papa he carries me on his shoulders once i’m too tired to walk he makes me waffles in the morning sometimes and helps mama fix my hair he pushes me on the swing at the park and tickles my feet once i kick high enough to finally be as tall as him my papa hugs me when i’m sad but he always makes a joke just to make me smile i love my didi he helps me with my homework even though he barely gets it he makes horrible jokes and is always trying to prank me; even though i never fall for it he watches my favorite movies with me even if they aren’t to his liking my didi listens to me prattle for hours because he likes the sound of my voice i love my dad he helps me up when i’m too depressed to get out of bed; it makes me mad when he does but i know why he does it he cleans the cuts on my arms with a gentle and steady hand; i’ve never seen him look so sad but also so caring he holds me on the couch while i cry after a bad argument with my sister; he has never let me down i don’t know what i’d do without him my papa my didi my dad.”
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16/GF/minneapolis
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
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