April 1
I woke up to see Daddy sitting at the end of my bed.
He told me he was sorry for last night and that he loves me.
I told him that I love him too.
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General FictionA series of journal entries written by a young girl about her Daddy *will include abuse, drug/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, and suicide* *Do not read of not comfortable with any of these
