What does your dad do?
I will start this by saying that I had an incredible childhood, I could have wished for more dolls, or wished for more clothes but I never needed to wish for more love. My parents gave us the love and attention that I hope my own children feel. I knew we were never the “rich kids” but my parents worked hard to make sure we were well into the “middle class.” We were not surrounded my 5,000 square feet of antiques and priceless paintings but we had our great-grandmothers china and other inherited pieces, and the sentimental value was far more than any price tag. My Dad works in the construction trade. He doesn’t wear fancy suits to work every day and he doesn’t come home smelling clean. He had never needed “gym-time,” his work-out is at least five days a week for eight hours or more. There is no polish and shoe shines, instead its new laces and knocking yesterday’s dirt off. His hands are calloused and his shoulders are sore, but loves what he does. His ski...