Daddy always knew everything. He was my Superman, my hero, the person I loved most in the world, more than Mom. As a little girl I would hop, skip beside him holding his little finger tight, as if it was my anchor, something which would be my sturdy support and never fail me, never let me fall. And it never did. I was always his princess till his last breath and he my ROCK.
They say I am a mirror image of Daddy and I prided myself at being called Daddy's little princess. It was indeed a blessed life growing up under the umbrella of his love and blessings.
