Trigger Warning: Family Issues, Daddy issues, childhood trauma.
We have the same brown eyes, the same cheek bones, the same jaw structure.
People always say that "you are your fathers child."
I used to love being compared to you, because it meant that even if you ignored me, yelled at me, whatever, that I would still have a piece of what used to be.
Now, I despise it.
I despise the fact that we look so similar because now every time I look in the mirror I see the man that was supposed to protect me, to love me unconditionally, not be the first man I was afraid of.
I still remember crying and wondering why my dad didn't love me.
I still remember listening to you scream for hours.
I still remember you staring at me with so much rage and hatred, the fear that I felt every day.
I still remember you apologizing and changing.
yet I still can't forget everything, all the anger, the tears, the begging.
Because you are permanently etched into my features and my memory, into my very being and personality.
I forgave but I never forgot.
