I love their little happy dances. The father who has to go to work all day and come home with such love that I still miss him must be heartwarming. I always greeted him like this even when I was older. I wish every child has a loving father. The oldest is 5 years old and the youngest is 1.
The one-year-old is as cute as a bug girl, with big chocolate brown eyes that will melt your heart. Whenever I came to the house, she would start jumping and talking excitedly. I hope she’s calling me Mark when she’s talking to kids, and not mentioning how I smell. When my brother and I were young, my mother used to ask us to wait at the corner of the street in front of the bus stop to greet my father when he got off the bus. He would put down his briefcase to hold us in his arms, then we would all go home. Years later, Dad told me that every guy on the bus was jealous.
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