“Hello, little girl!” That is how my father starts every phone call. Even though I expect it, his greeting still makes me chuckle. I’m not sure if he meant to imitate Archie Bunker from “All in the Family,” or if it just happened. What I do know is that I am definitely not a little girl. At 55, I am greeted daily with reminders of getting older. Yet my 82-year-old father can still see in me the child he once knew. And having him around to call me a girl lets me momentarily feel that way too. — Randi Mazzella
Real Life of an MSW 
Aww, very sweet 🙂
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Reminds me of Momma! Until her death she’d called baby girl or lil girl. My I wish I could talk to her!
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What a beautiful memory…
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