For the record, I don’t like to be held. I give a big NOPE to anyone who thinks they’d like to hold me. Not gonna happen, never gonna happen.
And then, this big guy comes along, my dad, with his big arms and you know, I just feel safe sitting here, being held. I know! Crazy, huh?
He’s a good one, my dad is. We could have a conversation for hours, about whatever I want to talk about and I can tell by the way he looks at me that he’s not humoring me. He’s listening. He actually listens!
I like that. I like his shirts too. So I think I’ll keep him.