Dear Father

Another letter to my dad. This time, I know that I'm not going to tell him it.

Dear Father,

 

What happened?

To all those time that I see in the pictures?

With me on you stomach, laughing or sleeping

 

What happened?

To all those fun summers we spent?

Laughing and talking and swimming together?

 

Why did you leave?

Why did you hurt me?

Why didn’t you change?

 

Don’t you get it?

You’re hurting me!

You’re hurting you’re daughter that you claim you love so much.

 

I miss you.

But I’m scared.

I know that I’m hurting you too.

But I can’t help it.

 

And you can’t say that you can’t help it either.

Because I know you can.

If you really wanted to.

 

You could change for me.

I wish you would.

Am I not important anymore?

 

Did I do something wrong?

Do you even love me anymore?

I hate you!

 

But I don’t.

I want to hate you.

I want to hate you for everything you’ve done.

 

But I can’t.

As hard as I try, I can’t bring myself to hate you.

Because no matter what you’ve done, you’ll always be my daddy.

 

And no matter where you go, no matter how far away you are,

Even if I don’t ever see you,

I will always be your little girl.

Even if I don’t want to be,

I am.

Reviews

[A.Lee]

I can feel the emotion in this... It makes me sad. You did a good job with conveying your feelings and I can tell that its something that could only have come out through your writing, not something easily said. I think a lot of people have felt that way. You remind me of myself, actually. Good job though. Keep up the good work.