My dad doesn’t just raise kids—he creates baddies. Growing up under his roof meant discipline, confidence, and ambition were non-negotiable. He didn’t do baby talk or sugarcoat life. Instead, he poured love through tough lessons and high standards.
He raised us to walk into any room like we belong there. Whether it was fixing our posture, correcting our grammar, or making sure we could argue a point with evidence—he was always molding us into our best selves. No laziness, no excuses.
When I started hearing “You carry yourself different,” I knew who to thank. My dad made sure we never relied on our looks or charm alone. Intelligence, independence, and integrity were the real currency in our house.
He never cared what the world thought baddies looked like. To him, a real one stands firm, speaks clearly, and doesn’t flinch when challenged. That’s the kind of energy he instilled in us daily.
So yeah—my dad? Certified baddie factory. And we’re all walking proof.