Me and my older sister with our dad and uncle, in Pennsylvania, in the very early 90’s. Our dad isn’t my biological dad, but I am grateful he loved me enough to sign my birth certificate and raise me as his own.
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This pic screams early 90’s. Reminds me of our old funky carpet.
Pimpin ass Starter coats in the back.
Looks like a happy strong family.
That’s wassup
He is 100% your Real Dad though
At first it looked like he had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and I thought it was Dave Chappelle.
That’s pretty cool.
I think someone I know had that same chair!
Why did you even say that?
He may not be your father, but he is your dad.
Thats Leonard Washington.
With the swisha
Thats a real dad. 😀
Breathe in that second hand smoke son!
This is what cigarette smoke smells like! Get used to it!
Thats one hell of a dad
Love
My grandsons tried to get my husband to “smoke a j”
On thanksgiving and I smacked that “weed” right out of my house
Good man
What a great man and example of what a father is.
So, the dad is the biological dad of your older sister who appears to be biracial, because you seem white? I’m trying to figure out what happened in what order. Sorry for being nosy.
Hell yeah. Awesome.
You and your sister are lucky to have two good men in your lives.
He sounds like a prince of a man
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That’s a whole ass white baby
Mom had me (only) with my dad, and several other siblings with more than 1 other dad.q
The man who came to be known as “dad” to us never had any biological children. He spent hours on hours working hard at construction sites and quarries for us. He still came home ready to play with us, and take us dirt-biking or 4-wheeling. He taught me how to find crawfish, and cast a fishing line. He brought us to the soup kitchen to help other people. He taught us responsible firearm safety and care. He took us on long drives, to explain the area we grew up in. He never seemed afraid. He told me once, “be a friend to everyone. Everyone needs help. And you should help them if you can.” He treated my mom like a goddess, despite her medical and mental health issues… In hindsight, he was an absolute legend, and I didn’t give him enough credit growing up. He taught all of us empathy.
I wanted to learn guitar. It took him a few months, but he bought me a guitar, and sat with me as I practiced, counting beats for me. Us kids wanted to hike up a small mountain near home. He bought tents, lights, and food for us, and took us on an adventure. We wanted fireworks, he drove out of state to grab them, and made it feel like the 4th of July, in the cold of November
Ouch. Haven’t thought about this for years. Miss him a lot.
The title of “dad” isn’t given. It’s earned. It’s easy to become a “father”. It’s not easy to be a “dad”.
Smoking around kids 100% 90s
That last part really hit me in the feels. I am glad he was there for you.
Dads dont have to be blood <3