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by
K. L.
Growing up, I often wondered if my Daddy loved me. Mama said that of course Daddy loved my two sisters and me, because all mommys and daddys love their children. I tried to believe her, because my Daddy was so tall and handsome, and I tried in every way to please him. I knew that he was always disappointed because he didn't have any sons, so I went out for sports and became a tomboy. I even learned to work on trucks and cars like he did, but nothing seemed to make me Daddy's favorite girl. I really don't think that he loved my sisters any more than he did me.
When I entered college, I thought that he would at least be proud of me; but if he was, he never said so.
After college, I got a job working as a veterinarian's assistant. I loved my patients, and soon had a female Chow named Tiffany.
One day at a local pet shop, I met my future husband, Jim. We were married a few months later and were looking forward to a wonderful life together.
Our happiness soared when we found out that we were going to be parents. We felt on top of the world; and then Daddy got very sick. I went over to my parents' house each day to help mama take care of him.
He couldn't do much, so we had a lot of time to talk. I found myself longing once again to please him, and I think I did. We talked a lot about my baby; and he prayed that he would live to see his granddaughter. During the last few days of his life, he kept saying that all he wanted to do was to give little Nikki a kiss when she was born.
Daddy left us two months before Danielle Nicole (Nikki) was born. I spent many quiet moments during those two months thinking of my daddy and his desire to kiss my baby. This made me feel very close to him; and my heart ached because he would never be able to give her that kiss.
The morning after Nicki was born, a nurse brought her in for her feeding. As she laid my new daughter into my arms, she smiled, saying, "An angel kissed her on her head."
"What do you mean?" I asked, stunned.
"Look," she said as she pulled back the blanket. There in the middle of a mass of dark hair was a patch of golden hair. "That's a mark of a very special Angel kiss."
As I fed my new daughter, I knew my Daddy'd wish had come true. He had gotten to kiss his Nikki.
Nikki, now three, is beautiful; and yes, she still has that blond patch in her hair. Every time I look at her, I feel my Daddy close by, and I know that he loves us both very much.
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