My papa~

                
                
He's neither handsome nor rich,
just small eyes and ordinary stature.
He doesn't mind my fatness body or the unattractive breast.
We jog in the morning;
ride along the lake;
share the jokes which maybe porny;
enjoy the infinite delicious banquets and diverse movies...
When i laugh, he follows me and makes even a louder laughing;
when i cry, he licks my tears off;
when i m tired, he sends me the full body massage;
when i m upset, he gives me a long-term tight hug...
He's not a papa in traditional meanings,
the one not give me the birth, but will company me through my life...
He' s my papa---- my dearest Eugen.
Anyway, u r my papa, i m ur mama.
Happy papa's day!