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My child was safe. I had two of them. They grew up to be wonderful people. They knew and still know I got their back. I’m their dad forever.

Edit: I never ever ran around the house declaring that they were safe. I just smiled, and waved, I provided for all their needs and loved their mother unconditionally. That’s all I could do. It worked, they are good kids. By the way we had an American Bulldog for most of their lives. I loved that dog, they loved that dog. My wife loved that dog. Her name was coco my heart is still broken when she died. Cancer, fucking cancer!

I don't see what this means, but my children are 'safe' because they both carry a firearm, as ALL Americans should.