LeRoy my dad

LeRoy, my dad, was a tall, dark, and handsome, bad (good side of bad) dad. My mother raised me without a dad. I always felt in my heart to be the best child and to fully respect my mother and my tall, dark, and handsome dad. I would not ask my mother where my dad was. I took it on myself and searched high and low until I found him (over and over again), my tall, dark, and handsome LeRoy, my dad. My dad had two wives. I knew to be respectful to him, to whatever wife there was. My dad would send for me to visit him and his second wife. As a master chef, I would watch him make lunch and dinner while his wife talked about life, work, and family situations. I was just at peace being with LeRoy, my tall, dark, and handsome, bad (good side) dad. My dad is, of course, no longer with me, but what I felt as a child I can still feel as a grown (getting old) adult. I still have respect and am at peace with how I feel about LeRoy, my tall, dark, and handsome dad.