A father's child may not be his own.
They may not look like him or act like him.
Yet he will protect them, love them.
Teach them better than he was taught.
He will weep over their failures, sing joyfully to their successes.
What faults he sees in them he will take as his own.
His sacrifices are unending and his forgiveness limitless.
A father's child shall know love, even from the discipline, in his hands.
He is their white knight, their superhero, their confidant and protector.
Yet all this pales when a father's child calls him "Daddy."
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