Dear Daddy, A Letter To The Man That Was Present, But Never There
Daddy,
You're in prison. You've been in and out of prison for my entire life. I'm 15, if you didn't know. I pity you for what you did. You have to be a pretty sick man to touch your little girl, right? I mean, who would do that? I poured my heart out to you, so many times.... my, my, my... How stupid I was. I trusted you. I trusted you with my secrets, with my hopes and dreams. And you betrayed that trust the second you laid your hands on me. That's a pitiful thing, right? That, because of what you did, we can't have a daddy-daughter bond, like all of my friends do, Yeah, I have friends. But, oh, you wouldn't know that, would you? You hurt me, and I gave you chance after chance after chance. If I never say one more word to you, let me say this, I NEVER want to see you, or talk to you, again. And I regret absolutely nothing.
Love, your not so little girl. 1-22-18
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