Missing Daddy

   I call my daddy Papa. No idea why, that's just what we've called him.  I've never really considered myself a daddy's girl but now that I'm married I'm realising how much of a daddy's girl I am about some things.  Like chocolate chip, peanut butter and banana sandwiches.  No one else in my family eats them, just Papa and me. I made myself one last night and had a problem. It only takes about half a banana.  So one banana makes two sandwiches. One for me, one for Papa.  Since I'm married and not living at home anymore that means I have half a banana left. I miss my Papa because he's not here to have the other half.  Poor banana