I hope that every girl can have a father like you
My father has always supported me in everything that I have ever wanted to do.
I have always been interested in science, and sometimes instead of telling bedtime stories when my dad would tuck me in at night, he would answer my questions. I would ask him what people are made up of, and he taught me about cells.
I would ask him why it gets dark at night, and he told me about the sun and the solar system using a lamp and oranges.
He encouraged my interest in science by getting me birthday presents like a low-power microscope, a chemistry kit, and a telescope. On weekends, we would go to the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History together.
My dad also fostered my love of painting. I have been painting since I could hold a brush, and my father was the one who put that brush in my hand.
When I was in first grade, we started a family project to make a book. At bedtime, if I wasn’t asking my dad questions about science, he was making up stories for me.
One of my favorites was the story of Rina and Jax (named after me, Karina, and my brother Jacques) who don’t want to go home when they are trick-or-treating with their dad. We published the bedtime story as a children’s book called Tricked on Halloween; my father wrote the story and I painted the illustrations.
Happy Fathers’ Day, Papa. Thank you for everything that you have done for me and taught me. I hope that every girl can have a father like you.
His big sister loves him
He was the manifestation of the fears of an only child — not being the center of attention, not being mom and dad’s “baby” anymore, and the worst…having to share toys.
He was my baby brother, Landry, and he was born on June 14th, 1996. Growing up with Landry has been anything but serene.
We are your typical siblings that are close in age — we have petty arguments and annoy each other beyond belief.
However, within the past few years, I have noticed a revolutionary change in our relationship. Landry and I are no longer little kids giving our parents headaches as if it is our job.
I am now an 18-year-old woman and he a 15-year-old young man. Before I know it, Landry will be graduating high school and moving onto the “real world.”
He is compassionate intelligent, and capable of pursuing his dreams of designing computer games and programming computers.
While he might just be the next Steve Jobs or Bill Gates, I still hope Landry realizes the impact he makes on the lives of others.
He has the ability to change the world through technology. Above all, I hope he always knows how much his big sister loves him.