Everybody has a best friend. Someone they can share all their secrets with, someone who understands them and knows exactly when you are feeling upset without you having to tell them.
From the day I was born and my dad refused to let me out of his sight by going everywhere the nurse that held me took me to 14 years later when I went out with my friends for the first time and my dad made me text him every 5 minutes to make sure i was okay, my dad has always been there for me.
I still remember that as a toddler, i used to scream and cry every time my dad had to leave for work in the morning. And that whenever he left for business trips, i would cry my heart out after he left. I still remember that time that he had to go to a country that was in the middle of winter at the time he was going. I have forgotten the name of the place but i remember that before he boarded the plane, he called me and promised me that he would make a snowman there specially for me. Two days later, when he called to say good night, he told me that he had made the snowman and had taken a picture. When he got home, he showed me a very cute and slightly lopsided picture of a small little snowman. He told me that his colleague had helped him with it. I still remember till this day, that he told me that both him and his colleague were in their suits and there they were sitting in the snow making a snowman. Thinking about it still makes me laugh.
Last year, I went through a year of hell as a group of girls whom I thought were my best friends all turned on me. I was being bullied. That nearly sent me into a depression and I started trying to cope by starving myself. Basically, my dad held my hand through it all. He would be at work but he would spend time texting me and calling me as I cried to him about what someone had said or done to me. He would come home early and pray hard with me that I would have friends. And eventually, i found 2 amazing friends that made me laugh and would not let me think about the bullies. He was very happy for me.
The others are like listening to my favorite station, (which has now become his favorite too). We will listen in the morning when he drives me to school. We will usually listen to the contest that they run and we will figure out the answer together but we will never call in.
Basically, my daddy and I are the best of friends. I love him and he loves me. I don't know how i would manage if I did not have him around all the time. I LOVE YOU DADDY!