Dating : I remember my first impression of you.

A letter for Daddy

I remember my first impression of you. Lying on the sofa and you picked me up to my bed. When mommy scold me and I hide behind your back. When my first argument with boys, you asked me if I won the fight. Daddy, in your eyes I’m that girl who always gets what I want in my life and I’m the girl you don’t need to worry about. But daddy, I was hurt and scared. I’m scared when I was left over in kindergarten and no one picked me up. I’m scared when I try to do my science homework alone in the park and those strangers put their hands on me and I’m afraid to tell you. I’m scared when I saw you have an argument with mommy and I beg you to stop but you didn’t. I’m scared when she left us and you act nothing happened. Daddy, I know how lonely you are and I’m too. I know how much you suffer and I’m too. But daddy, how you treated girls are wrong, so wrong that I didn’t even aware I was being mistreated. I hoped you have told me about how to protect myself and my feelings. Daddy, your little girl was venerable. Somehow she grows up and she is capable of taking care of herself but daddy she didn’t know how to love and be loved. Daddy, how did you fall in love with mommy in the first place? Do you still love my mom? When it goes south, daddy? Dear daddy, I need you to do a flavor for me. I need you to be more expressive when it comes to love. I need you to stop boys call girls slut or cunt. I need you to love yourself well that I can stop worrying about you. I want you to tell or lie to me that true love exists, just like you have told me Santa Claus is real.