My sister was born on my father’s 50th birthday, and they always had a special bond. Since she was able to walk she would greet him when he came home from work by running towards him. He would grab her and hug her.
I like seeing in this picture not just my mom behind the counter, but the Barbie camper I got as my Santa gift my first Christmas in America.
How is it you look EXACTLY like little Kathy???
So adorable.
Ok, disregard my first comment. For some reason I didn’t see you SAID it was Kathy, omg.