You sleep the same way as your papa does.
You twist and turn and then release a sigh on waking up the same way as your papa.
Your love for appalam is similar to your papa’s.
Your hair curls the same way as your papa’s.
You and your papa share the same tickle spots.
You hate being woken up and make a huge deal out of it, just like your papa.
Dear daughter of mine, growing up, please show some of my traits too, I contributed in making you too.