I am his little princess. I have a sister, but I am a lot closer to my dad:) until now, even when I’m already 20, I still feel that closeness with him.. growing up, I have this dream of somehow finding my prince as gentle and caring, and loving a my father. He’s my hero, my king… who would shun whoever might wound his princess. Because of him, I always believed that not all men are jerks… I have a proof that real men do exist, because of my dad… and that somehow, being treated like a princess is more of a gift from a king. Not everyone is opportune to be treated like one…
