daddy's girl
Submitted by nightcat on Wed, 05/27/2009 - 11:58am
Once upon a time in a life far away was an innocent little girl whom loved her daddy very much. Her daddy was the sweetest man that she ever knew, or will ever know in her entire life. This little girl loved to go running and cling to her daddy’s leg when ever he came home. Her daddy would pick her up and swing her around. Then with a kiss on the forehead he would pull her in for a deep, long hug. There in his arms there was no pain. There was nothing else in the world at that moment outside of daddy’s arms.
One day these men showed up at our door. They said that daddy was hurt at work and that daddy was no longer coming home. The world inside of daddy’s arms was destroyed. The little girl no longer had a place to hide from pain, no place to escape the horrors of the world. In one day a life was forever changed.
The little girl’s mother became even more withdrawn then she was before. The little girl was to fend for herself most of the time. All she needed was reassurance that mommy could help her though this pain, instead mommy created more pain. She kept the little girl in isolation for most of her young life. Mommy then started to change. She started bringing over lots of different men. Some of these men would abuse mommy and the little girl. Many nights the little girl would stare out her window through tear covered eyes looking for her daddy to come home and pull her into his arms and take away all of this hurt.
As the little girl grew up, pain was the only feeling that she recognized. She too became like her mother. She slipped into a dark world of drugs, sex, and violence. She became hard in order to survive.
One evening this hardened young lady broke down. Her hard outer shell started to crack. Underneath the hard shell was that little girl. That little girl looked at the young women. She was beaten, bruised, and covered with scares. The little girl started to weep uncontrollably and cried out to daddy. DADDY COME HOME!!!!!! DADDY COME HOME!!!!!!DADDYCOMEHOMEDADDYCOMEHOMEDADDYCOMEHOMEDADDYCOMEHOMEMYDADDYSDEADMYDADDYSDEADMYDADDYSDEADAAFKLSDSDSDSDSD;GASFGNJKSDWRHIPGRGRGRESDGERTRASDLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my mother lost her father
my mother lost her father when she was 9 years old. She said she remembers him waving good bye to her. The family buried it deeeep. I wasn't even told about my real grandfather until i was 18. That the man i called pop pop was actually his brother...and neither him nor my grandmother have sat me down and told me about "Joe"....
my queen lost her father when she was 3 years old. she watched him being electrocuted while trying to fix a vacuum cleaner on christmas eve. she said she saw him choke on his tongue. she said she never cried and bragged about it her whole life, how tough she was....thirty something years later she was broken down..crying her heart out, screaming for her daddy... ....your story reminds me of my queen...