They say mama's boys are spoiled and papa's girls are brat.
Well, sometimes they are.
Actually, most of the time.
As for me, I am proud to be a papa's girl.
I grew up with my papa.
He helped me with overcoming my first menstrual pains; he bought the medicine when I was sick.
He is the one I always turned to for school assignments and he did my laundry when I was in elementary and high school.
I love him dearly.
Now I am a fine young lady.
And a beautiful one.
No one ever says I took after my mama because all my physical features came from papa.
People immediately recognize that I'm my father's daughter whenever we are together because we look like halves.
Only that I am a grown up now and he's an old man already.
Even the excess skin growth he has I also have.
It seems that I grew up to be like him.
I am not a brat after all.
Instead, I am like my papa - sweet, caring, witty and kind.
People who come in touch with us will instantly like us.
Thanks to my father's gentle nature, I grew up to be a very fine lady who knows when to speak for herself and who knows how to fight for her rights.
My father is an old man now.
We are not talking much because her sweet little girl is now a busy businesswoman who has a lot of responsibilities.
I occasionally drop by his house but seldom talk for long hours because he is asleep for most of the daytime.
I remember when I was young and he was the one watching me sleep.
Now the table is turned.
It is me who is watching my beloved father snoring while he sleeps.