AMEN TO THAT SISTER!!!
Daddy was a great father. Both my parents were great. They were both 56 when they got me.
EXPLANATION: Daddy and Mamma were emergency "Foster Parents" for the state of Georgia. They, through the years, had over 50 foster kids. We, meaning the foster kids, would usually come in the middle of the night, with little to nothing on, and somtimes like myself, on Christmas Eve.
I was 15 months when they got me. They had just buried their daughter, who drowned at swimming practice, about 3 weeks earlier and were not planning on continuing to foster children. They also were not planning on doing "the Christmas Thing" that year as you can appreciate. Here I show up with only a dirty diaper to my name and Daddy just couldn't say no.
Mamma would never tell me how they did it, but I have pictures of me sitting under the Christmas tree that year with all my presents, just like any other kid.
None the less, they kept me. They "offically" adopted me when I was 6, because kids picked on me because I had a different last name than my parents.
Growing up with "older" parents was a challenge at times. They believed you teach kids to obey you, not the other way around (What a novel concept.) , and Mamma Really believed in " Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child", let's just say I was not spoiled.
Enough for now. I mess them both....Alot.

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