When I was born when my father has already reached a very respectable age. I am a late child, and I am very grateful to him for having had me. He could have lived his life fashionably child-free and enjoyed it. But instead he became a very devoted dad. He would take care of me all the time: he carried me on his back when we went on tours up till I was nearly seven, he played with my toy theatre, he made up fairytales, he took me to museums, he read to me a lot, he played dress-up games with me. He celebrated my birthday two times a year - once in winter so that my school friends could attend, once in summer so that my dacha friends could be there. He was my best friend, he dedicated poems to me, he would check me at least twice during the night to see if my blanket was in place; he ironed my clothes on both sides, he praised all...
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