I thought I would be DEAD by 14.
I was put in foster care when I was 13. I lied to EVERYONE saying you never laid a hand on us.
I did it to be the ‘better’ daughter.
I called my sister a LIAR, and made myself hate her for calling the cops on you;
for splitting up our family.
It made us close. For once I felt like I had a Dad; one that I wasn’t afraid of.
No one knows the truth… I think maybe you even believe that I believe the lie.
You were murdered when I was 19.
A man beat you until your heart stopped.
The same way I thought I was going to die…
I miss you so much, Daddy.
I’m not too sure if I will ever forgive you, but I know I still need you.