Truth and true love stories

I miss you Dad

My father and I got along alright, I guess. I stayed out of his way. He seemed to get along with my brother and mom a lot more and he put them before me all the time. I knew him since I was 4. I was adopted and he was the first man to respect me as a little girl. My biological father and grandfather, and my previous foster parent all took advantage, so I had been through a lot by the time I had gone to live with my father.

When I was little and first moved with him, I was daddy's little princess. But as time went on, I got older and my brother got more and more athletic. My dad kinda’ stopped paying attention to me and put me to the side. He said I was old enough and smart enough to do things on my own.