Daddy's Girl
...f course it was alot different then my moms. Think about it she was the one in labor.It was the middle of November, so it was a little chilly outside. My dad had just got off of work and was hanging out at the bar having a few drinks. After a few hours of relaxing and having a few my grandmother, his mother, strolled in, in a furry. My dad with this dumbfounded look on his face looked at the clock and it was around ten o'clock. She dragged him out of the bar, took one liook at him with dirt up to his knees and his tan line around his eyes from his sun glasses and ordered him to change attire due to his filth. Of course he refused. When AT THE HOSPITAL MY DAD ENTERD THE ROOM to see my mom laying there with anger in her eyes yet she still had a glaze from the pain and epidural. The bright hospital lights shining in her face as sweat dribble down her forehead. They told my dad he would have to change or would not be allowed to be in the delivery room. So then he decided to change. When I finally arrived and my dAD HELD ME FOR THE FIRST TIME HE WAS IMMEDIATLY OVERCOME WITH JOY. aS HE HELD MY FRAGILE TINY 7 L...