Ben Franklin Was My Daddy

Ben Franklin Was My Daddy

How Money Controlled My Life

                I know what you’re saying….WHAAAAAAAAT?! (see I told ya). But yes, this is true Benjamin Franklin was my daddy.  Now I know you might think that that’s impossible, but I can prove it!  Yep you darn tootin’! (that’s some country slang for you side-winding city slickers).  According to Webster-Dictionary.org, A father is: ” One who performs the offices of a parent by maintenance, affectionate care, counsel, or protection.” Believe it or not but every time I saw Ben Franklin in my hand I felt like he was taking care of me and showing me love.  Because I sure loved him….a moment of silence please.  Alright, now that I have proven that he and I were indeed kin, I will show you how he was a protector as well.  Every time Daddy and I were together I felt safe and secure from the cold, cold world.  I felt like if he were around long enough, I could have anything I wanted and could be anyone I wanted.  I mean really… what would a lot of the people, that most of us idolize, look like if my daddy hadn’t helped them out? Instead of Beyonce it would be more like Be-NONE-ce!  It was always this nagging feeling that if dad just stretched a little longer and invited some of our kin people to join the party, then life could truly be amazing. O to dream...O to dream.  Lastly, my dear father was a strong provider. Although he didn’t always provide me with everything I wanted, he did provide most of the things I needed…sometimes, kinda, eventually. Dang it! There just wasn’t enough of him to go around. Ole papa was just loved and needed by so many. (Stares off into space.) He gave me a firm hand when I wanted to ignore common sense.  He constantly reminded me that when he was gone I still had to survive.  So on those days when the new Burberry perfume came out and couldn’t be found at a discount price, I was reminded that my constant mantra of “I’m worth it,” wouldn’t exactly put gas in my car.  And when I asked father if I could take that trip out of town, and he said “YES”, if you plan on walking because you need an oil change and those “MayPop” tires are not an actual brand. These lessons that dear papa taught me linger today. 

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