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My sister said to me after my my father died in 1985 and my mother died in 2009 and I'm the fourth child. You know there's four kids and my brother's three years older and I have two sisters 10 and 13 years old. So I'm the baby. If you're a parent here and you have number of kids, you know the baby is always going to be the baby. I tell them I know. I go even when you're six years old and the grandmother, you're still my baby. That's the fact of life. Do you understand what I'm talking about? You're the baby. So they're always the baby. They still call you the baby if they're alive. God willing, right? So, um, my sister said to me, I remember this clearly. She said to me, "Who do you think dad's favorite child was?" And I said to her, "That's the stupidest question anyone's ever asked me." She goes, I go, "What are you talking about? Dad took me back. I lived in Alexandria, Virginia. He took me to the horse races every single month. I used to play the horses. You know, we'd bet $2 on on every race. He took me to all the coin shows and coin clubs all throughout the week and on Saturdays and Wednesday nights. He came to all my shows at school where where I performed, you know, I played piano, sing and dance. He'd stand in the front row, stand up when I when I'm done, remember I'm 15 years old. He'd stand UP AND GO, "NAY, [cheering] NAY." HE'S THE ONLY one stand ovation. Of course, I'm embarrassed, right? My dad every night after dinner would take a walk and he'd bring a football and I go out on routes and he throwing footballs to me every every single night. I would go for routes all night. My dad on Sunday morning, I delivered the Washington Star newspaper. It's an afternoon delivery back in the late 70s. Sunday morning, he goes, "Make sure you wake me up." And he on Sunday, the papers are heavy. And he pushed the cart. I couldn't put on my bike because they're too heavy. No week. I put on my bike. I biked to my houses. I 42 houses. He pushed the cart for me every Sunday morning at 6 a.m. So I said to my sister, "That's the stupidest question anyone's ever asked. Of course, I'm dad's favorite. Got something kidding me? Are you kidding me? She said to me, "We all feel the exact same way.