It’s been years since I felt like a daddy’s girl. Now I know what you’re thinking, here comes another sad and pathetic spoilt brat’s story. A name I’m well familiar with. See, I struggle not to let my mum see the pain behind these eyes because God knows she’s my everything. My light, and my guardian angel.
On the other hand, I do miss daddy; my father, role model, and my superman. So I thought until one night, he vanished into the mist. I hear everyone around me bragging about a father’s love, and I have to pretend to know what they are talking about. I beg for daddy’s love that the truth comes out in a monetary form because the only way he can help is through money. Oh, how ironic. I want to feel your hugs daddy. I want to take care of you and watch you grow grey and old with mama.
Our relationship has no other foundation, a fact which makes me weep. My heart is filled with sorrow, hurt and isolation dear daddy. Oh, wait! Enough is enough young girl, here comes mama. My knight in shining armour, don’t let her see you cry. After all, she’s the reason behind your survival, be a grateful young girl. You don’t want to make her feel like she’s inadequate. Look at her; she’s tired, worn out and all alone. Go on now, comfort her, hug her and ask her about her day. Tell her everything will be alright. Show her how grateful you are to have her in your life. Tell her you love her. That will most definitely make her feel better. How ironic is it to have your happiness stuck in separation.
By Deej Linz
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