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Some words are simple yet pages can be written to describe the facts and emotions hidden behind those simple words, one of them is “daddy”.
What I can remember from my childhood is that I called my father “father” and unfortunately there isn’t much feeling linked to that word. I know I have forgiven him for what he did yet I don’t want him anywhere in my life.
Biologically I have a daughter that I met twice only talked once in her 16 years of life, there is nothing between us than the DNA. Then my ex-wife had a boy who I loved like my own son and he called me dad, we didn’t do much together, each minding our own business.
When I met K I realized a new thing, there was this little girl with obvious wings who worshiped her daddy, then and there I saw what was missing in my life. K is a good dad, it’s hard to be a good dad and harder when you know about his creepy depressive moods and A’s twisted mom.
A is a fine girl, not even 3 years old and sometimes she’s more mature than anyone else I know yet she is a kid with all the troubles they give not written in any manual and that makes her special. There is this strange bond between her and her dad, so strong and so invisible, sometimes you cant see it but it’s there and you cant do anything to break it. When K told me about his own father, I really felt jealous b/c he had something I never had and I think not many people have such things, those strong bonds with their parents that even death cant break it. There is something very wonderful about it when you see a parent trying so hard to wrap his/her emotions in a package and share it with their loved kids. K has that love and he does a great job showing it; I can fall in love with him again and again every time I see how A pisses him off and he thinks of a way to make her do things without hurting her, he is not perfect and he makes lots of mistakes yet he never gives up.
When me and K married we decided to combine our last names, it was sweet and meant a lot, sometimes people think we are brothers or cousins so we have to explain and that makes it more fun.
When K was awarded A’s full custody, I could say he was the happiest man on earth, when he told me he wanted to change A’s last name too, I was the happiest man. A name won’t mean much when you dont try to earn it yet what he did meant a lot to me, he was sharing all he had, even the most precious thing in his entire life so I had no other choice than loving A like my own child and thanks God she liked me enough.
A called me by my name like her dad, that’s what kids do, imitating their parents, to some extent this pissed K off but when I ensured him I was fine with whatever she called me as long as we get on well, he surrendered.

Then one day it happened, I was making coffee when the little sleepy angel came to the kitchen, she looked like a mess just like her dad as if someone keeps messing their hair all night and makes them look very cute the next day.
All she said was a simple order that you can expect from K’s baby (father and daughter are so much like one another sometimes you can easily imagine how K looked like as a kid), “daddy A want ice-cream”.
I looked around and there was no sign of K so I told her she could find her dad in the bedroom and see if he could give her ice-cream. she turned around and climbed a few steps before changing her mind. “daddy , ice-cream.” she had a grip on my pants. I gave her some chocolates and she disappeared to share it with K. I thought she was too sleepy and wanted the ice-cream really bad that she didn’t care much who gave it to her.
Since then every once in a while A calls me daddy and K convinced me it had nothing to do with him. Apparently she likes the idea of having two dads and it wont confuse her calling both of us “daddy”. The funny thing is she has realized one weak point, she calls K “K” and that drives K mad and he gives her whatever she wants so she will call her daddy again.
Now I understand why K turns his head whenever a little girl calls her daddy and I’m more than thankful to K for letting me enjoy something he enjoys most.
“daddy” is a simple word many kids can pronounce at an early age yet it is so complicated you can write books about it.