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Our story began with you long before my appearance. I was not there yet, and you were already waiting for me. Probably, he waited for the way they waited for nothing more and never in my whole life. And you already loved me with all your heart, applying an ear to my mother’s stomach. I know for sure that when I first screamed something to this world, you cried with happiness.

Mom told me that you stood under the windows of the house of the house and shouted something to her choked with feelings overwhelming you. You waving flowers that could not be transferred to the ward and sang songs that she did not hear, because the window did not open. And you, knowing this, still continued to scream and sing.

Since childhood, I remember your hands holding me over the bed. Or how did you throw me, screaming with fear and delight, to the sky itself. And I always knew that you would catch me.

It was you who was the most patient and attentive of all my teachers, it was you who taught to love and recognize this world. You always knew how to take care of me. Well, how did you know?! I tried)

You know, sometimes I missed you and your words. I know that you work a lot, but I know that you do it for us.

Remember the very first - the first of September in bows and with huge gladioli? On the ruler you were very proud and funny, as if you were going to first grade, not me.

Remember, our quarrels in high school? Under your gaze, I wanted to fall through the ground, but on my plaintive “just don’t tell my mother” you sighed and .. covered me.

You always rejoice at my success and do everything that I would be proud of you. And I am proud of you because you know how to make my mother happy.

You taught me to respect not only your life, but also the lives of others. Your lessons remained forever in my memory. Although, sometimes you yourself drive the car yourself that you want to grab the belt and ... fasten you.

You respect my choice. Even when I thought that all the best men had already taken away our mothers, I met the one that reminds me of my father. He is, of course, not you, but looking at him, I very often think about you.

I remember your first gray gray -haired and very young eyes.

I remember everything, I remember all this daddy ...

My father.

My father.

He will understand, he will always support, no matter what happens.

He is power. He is support. Just because he is a father, he is my guardian angel. He is my fortress.

Every person needs a dad. Dad, not a word.

And you know, if they ask me: “Whose dad is the best in the world?”, I will answer - “mine.” Maybe this is not entirely true, but I am a patriot of my dad!