I've grown up, Daddy.
I'm a young woman now.
I've grown to accept that you'll never be who I so desperately wanted you to be.
I've matured, Father.
In more ways than one.
I'm no longer the naive, plump, little girl you'd grown accustomed to.
I am a daughter without a father.
I don't know you or who you are.
I can't understand why you treated Us the way you did.
I wish things were different and I could be Daddy's Little Girl; a title I used to long to take.
I lay in bed wondering what my life would've been like, growing up with a father by my side.
I wonder if Id be who I am today.
I guess I'll never know.
I want to show you everything you missed; my awards, my 1st love, my lost teeth.
I do not miss you, Papa.
I miss the idea of you, The hope that one day I'd be your Baby Girl.
I know these days will never come, for I will not let them.
I will not let myself be subjected to shoe feelings of hatred and disgust over you.
I hope to never gaze upon the eyes of a man so selfish, so manipulating, who missed the chance to watch his own flesh and blood grow up.
I want to rub you face in who I am today and how I've blossomed into a caterpillar, now a butterfly, that has emerged from its cocoon.
I'll accept that you weren't read to accept the responsibility of a family to support.
I wish that were true, Dear Father.
I hope one day you'll be able to see the beautiful daughter you failed to help raise.
I know that day may never come but I'll still hope, Daddy.
I am a daughter without a father,
And look at what a wonderful person I've become.