I've always thought of Dad as a good friend to the few he has.

I need to know what kind of dad he's going to be.

I spent the next two weeks taking care of my dad.

He would be a long time getting over the loss of his mom and dad.

Mom always told me that I'm the picture of my dad.

I met him a few times independently of his dad.

"I have to take care of my dad," he said a week ago.

It was then that I became aware of my dad running over to me.

It was unusual to think of Dad making up his mind to do something, and then holding back.

There was no sign of Dad, but this didn't surprise me.