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My little girl
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Back when my daughter was small enough to not be too tall to play in McDonald's play house she used to love to go there and play around.
Signs were everywhere that states no one over this tall allowed and no more than 6 people at a time.
She was all alone playing in that little gym.
Suddenly about eight 12 year olds too tall to be playing in there started taking over this play house and before I can yell to get my girl out of there then complain to the management I heard a blood curdling scream.
It was my daughter one of those bastards fucking stepped on her hand.
I fucking yelled at those kids the parent in charge didn't know a word of english or at least they pretended to not know I don't know man but these kind of people that act like they can do no wrong needs to die.
My daughter was yelling for me to get a band aid and I was screaming "Does this place have a first aid kit" oh man was I hot.
I raised fucking hell in that place threatening to have this franchise closed down I almost knocked down that non english speaking parent after yelling at all the kids of course no one fessed up to who did it and when I stopped yelling you can hear a pin drop everyone had their eyes fixated on me.
From the moment my little girl started screaming and she was deep inside that playhouse right there I felt like I couldn't help my little girl.
Right there was when I started flipping the script.
Today I was with my daughter. She swore in at the Military office downtown then my wife and I along with a lot of her friends met up with her at DIA airport. I even had my host home guy he did quite well.
Here comes the plane a few hours later. Here comes the hugs and tears.
It was hard for me man.
I fucking bawled over there.
I really didn't care how it looked.
We hugged,told her I loved her and was very proud of her.
Then I gave her a band aid.
She knew right away.
The head person in charge there was a small Navy crew that was bording along with my daughter tells us "Don't worry. We'll all take good care of her."
"YOU ALL BETTER TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER" was my reply.
8 weeks.
8 weeks.
She'll make it.
I hope.
But even if she doesn't,
Daddy's right here.
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