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There was a girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old
And she didn't understand how real this world was.
This girl lived life happily, until one day.
One day, her daddy left her
And her sister.
And her mommy.
She watched him turn his back.
And all she heard from him was
"I give up. I can't handle you crazies anymore."
Her mommy cried.
Her family cried.
Heck, that little girl cried too.
But not because he left, no.
Because she thought it was her fault.
She thought she hurt everybody.
Was it because she didn't like her daddy?
Is that why everyone was sad?
She lived life like that for awhile.
Thinking she caused pain for others.
She was quiet, scared to talk, scared to stand up for herself.
Her daddy always told her that she was better off with him in her life.
Always telling her that her mother
Who worked from 9 to 5 and came home to cook the dinner
Wasn't doing a good job.
She hated herself as a mother.
She thought she wasn't a good daughter.
A good sister.
A good friend.
Then, she realized
What was he suppose to know
About her?
He wasn't there.
How could he have known?
She was then ten years old.
She went up to her in-and-out daddy
And said
"What do you know about me? I think I'm way better off than those kids that aren't even yours and are always out in the streets. What school do they go to? Oh yeah, another rinky dink Catholic school in the projects. I go to one of the most prestigious middle schools in Manhattan, so don't talk smack about my family ever again until you get your facts straight, jerk!"
And he left her alone.
That ten year old girl.
Then she was eleven.
then twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen years.
Now, fifteen.
Not a word from him.
The child support wasn't even that good.
And he never called, not even on her birthday.
But she moved on.
And as he desperately tries to catch up
She'd already reached the finish line.
Too bad, daddy, too bad.
And she didn't understand how real this world was.
This girl lived life happily, until one day.
One day, her daddy left her
And her sister.
And her mommy.
She watched him turn his back.
And all she heard from him was
"I give up. I can't handle you crazies anymore."
Her mommy cried.
Her family cried.
Heck, that little girl cried too.
But not because he left, no.
Because she thought it was her fault.
She thought she hurt everybody.
Was it because she didn't like her daddy?
Is that why everyone was sad?
She lived life like that for awhile.
Thinking she caused pain for others.
She was quiet, scared to talk, scared to stand up for herself.
Her daddy always told her that she was better off with him in her life.
Always telling her that her mother
Who worked from 9 to 5 and came home to cook the dinner
Wasn't doing a good job.
She hated herself as a mother.
She thought she wasn't a good daughter.
A good sister.
A good friend.
Then, she realized
What was he suppose to know
About her?
He wasn't there.
How could he have known?
She was then ten years old.
She went up to her in-and-out daddy
And said
"What do you know about me? I think I'm way better off than those kids that aren't even yours and are always out in the streets. What school do they go to? Oh yeah, another rinky dink Catholic school in the projects. I go to one of the most prestigious middle schools in Manhattan, so don't talk smack about my family ever again until you get your facts straight, jerk!"
And he left her alone.
That ten year old girl.
Then she was eleven.
then twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen years.
Now, fifteen.
Not a word from him.
The child support wasn't even that good.
And he never called, not even on her birthday.
But she moved on.
And as he desperately tries to catch up
She'd already reached the finish line.
Too bad, daddy, too bad.
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A little bit of my life story. I enjoyed writing this, and I put it up here to inspire others to keep on going, even if it seems like a dead end.
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My heart... is broken in half...
...And yet... I AM SO FRICKINGLY IN LOVE WITH THIS.
...And yet... I AM SO FRICKINGLY IN LOVE WITH THIS.