Daddy's Girl

My dad is probably the coolest (or weirdest) dad in the entire universe.

We like to have "interesting" conversations like:


Daddy: Nasa arneo na u?
Me: Malapit na po. Whyyyy?
Daddy: Hu u?
Me: What
Daddy: Hu s dis?
Me: Your daughter.
Daddy: Y?
Me: Why not?
Daddy: I don't know.
Me: Daddy, why are you so weeiiiird?

Or maybe have some "nice" pictures like this one right here:

He may not be the sweetest daddy in the world, but I know that I am a very spoiled daddy's girl.

He has always brought me to work and sometimes has braved traffic just to pick me up from work.

Holding his hand has always me secure (yes, we are both late bloomers)

He'd listen to my constant rambling whenever we are on our way home.

He'd make me laugh every single day.

If I needed sound advice, he'd always be ready to listen.

He has always replied with a "k" every time I'd tell him I love him, but it doesn't matter. His small gestures are enough for me to know that I am very much loved by him. 

And yes, I'm his little princess, as he is my king. :)