In fifth grade, there was a time I got teased by my classmates. The whole class teamed up against me so I was really pissed off. I picked up my pen when I couldn't take it anymore, all the boys ran away, it was actually in Literature class. I chased after them with the pen in hands but they escaped into the toilet, only one boy who didn't tease me stood outside. He was so nice that he could do nothing but standing outside, meanwhile I was furious so I ran to him and stabbed him with the pen. He started bleeding and crying out loud.
Daddy went to see the teacher afterwards. Having listened to her, the first thing he said was: "What did that dude do to you?", not "Why did you do that?.
I was very moved at it. My dad always spent it all for us. When i grow up. Dad still takes care of me like my baby days.. I would definitely marry a guy like may dad.
Hummmmm, same story happened to me but I was sent home, the next day, dad followed me to school to beg the boy..
You also have memories with your dad. Every father is wonderful :))