I'm not really a chip of the old block, but neither my father, nor me had to demean each other's attributes as comparison between us was totally trivial.
When papa reached 30, I was 4 years old then...and when I was his age, I was single...and still am. He could somehow live to the rescue for his boundless associates, while I learnt it when I reached Junior classes in high school.
Papa loomed his parents for demands while borrowing troubles. He had initiated what it took for a brat to spoil everybody's attention, considering he wasn't the benjamin of the family. I had diversed upbringing. It could be---papa learned from his bygone mistakes...or I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth at all.
During my school days, I had the privilege of knowing my father further. With episodic deprivation of almost everything, I still could recall how papa excercised the essence of camaraderie and alliance. He would bring me snacks in school, thus all security guards discerned me...thinking I was a papa's boy!
There were countless heroic acts which papa demonstrated. He would defend everybody to death and wouldn't disappoint us in any possible way.
Papa had exceptional attributes, too...a one-day millionaire, good samaritan, God-fearing, best provider, food-craver, never a somber, comic relief, super generous...
...and the BEST OF ALL FATHERS !!!
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