My dad is one of the best people you’ll ever meet. When I was an infant he sold his beloved motorcycle in an instant because he didn’t want to risk getting into a fatal accident, leaving his baby daughter to grow up without a father. He turned down countless job offers because it required him to be away from home more often than not. When he heard that the family business was in decline he quit his job to keep the rest of my family a float. He worked long and tiring hours and went to bed with aching knees and a sore back just to make sure that when I went to bed I wouldn’t have to feel the same pain, even if that meant working six days a week and he said it was all worth it because he was able to go to bed in his own home every night. When prom season came around he brought me prom dress shopping and didn’t care that he was the only guy there. He told me that when I came out in of the fitting room in what was going to be my future prom dress that he didn’t cry, even though I know that was a total lie. He’s the most happy and upbeat person. He’s got the type of happy personality that just radiates through to everyone around him and all of my friends love him and care about him as if he was their father too. lie. I could go on and on about all of the wonderful things about him, but I don’t have the time to write a novel. I’m happy that I can call myself his daughter. Thank you dad, I love you.