My Favorite Person

My favorite person is unmistakeable it is my dad. Most kids in this soviety always says that they hate their dad. Without my dad I do not know where i would be but most likely I would not be here. My dad saved my life not the kind of saving from death. I was in foster care for about a year and a half if he did not come and get me I would have went up for adoption. He got a phone call and it changed his life and also mine. He came from Virginia Beach, Virginia when he came and visit me he came to Ohio a 10 hour trip and went back on Sunday and then went back to work on Monday. What would have happened to me if nobody came for me? This question I can not answer I am just grateful that i have a father that cares for me like mine does.

The only rule or goal I wanted to meet while I live with my father is that I live in a place for 5 years. On April 10 every year we celebrate like a married couple would celebrate their anniversy but it is our anniversy of living together this past year it was 4 years. The other longest place I have lived in was my foster parents house. I am very gratful for what they done for me but snice i moved in with my dad he has done everything for me. Why do I love him so much? That is the most important question anyone can ask me and most people would give me their answer but my answer is simple. He saved my life from adoption.