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| My dad and I had a great time when I
was little. Daddys princess, thats what he always called me. He
bragged about me to all his friends my baby girl is getting so
smart, hed say. All my pictures with him are so happy, and now
that I look back I miss you. I remember the day they told us. It was a
Sunday, Ill never forget that. I was 8 and my sister was 4. That
was the first time I ever saw daddy cry. He told me later that it was
the hardest thing hes ever had to do. Since mommy and daddy were
crying, I started. My sister didnt understand what was going on,
but she knew it couldnt be good. They said nothing was going to
change, wed still see daddy, but not everyday. He lived far away at
first and for the first year I cried myself to sleep almost every
night. I missed our bedtime stories, bike rides and talks.
Things did change, daddy was never around when I needed him, so I grew a lot closer to mom. By the time I was 12, my dad and I didnt have the relationship we used to. But then things got worse, I didnt think it was possible, considering the emotional scars were too much to bear and I was still having trouble facing the fact that my parents didnt love each other anymore. Then daddy found someone else. I was 13 and having those typical teenage problems, boys, peer pressure and clothes. This wasnt helping any of it. I didnt want anything to screw up the life I was forced to get used to. Dads girlfriend was kept a secret from us which hurt even more. Dad could always tell me anything, even after the divorce. They had a child a year later. I love my new sister to death, but sometimes it feels like her and her mom took the place of me and my other sister in dads heart. I know my mom and dad loved each other when they got married, but I wonder how much of it was in their heads. All I know is that divorce scars the child more than the parents. Were the ones bounced between houses where the rules and people are different. I see those pictures of me and daddy and we looked so happy. Now, theres not even one picture with just the two of us. I wonder how hell feel when he looks back on his life and realizes he gave up the most precious thing you can own a daughter.