I am my father's daughter: I have his language, his expressions.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I speak with my father about everything in my life.
I love my dad, and I'm proud to be his daughter.
I am a daughter. My father is an example for me.
I love my dad; I'm a daddy's girl, all the way.
The English was really my mother, it was never me. Being the daughter of my father, I always felt very French.
In person, my father is so friendly, so considerate, so funny, and so real. I have admired my father all of my life, and I love him with all my heart.
I'm a first-time father, and it was amazing to me to learn that my son could actually use sign language before the spoken word. I could see this intelligence in his eyes before he could speak: how he could understand what was going on around him and was frustrated by that.
I have become my own father.
I had a very vivid, almost hallucinatory moment in which I was engaged in a dialogue with my father.
My mother-in-law speaks not a word of English. I speak not a word of Tajiki. So I smile at her ingratiatingly and she fixes me with a beady eye.