My dad hasn't always been like this. He used to hold me in his arms when there was a thunderstorm,take me to the beach and watch me ride my beloved pony,shower me with gifts here there and everywhere and treat me like the princess he said I was. He never yelled,got mad or showed his disappointment in me. He never stopped smiling! But one day he came home and all that changed one day he came home and I didn't recognise the man standing there as my father I recognised him as my abuser.
January 7th 2009
Ive been sitting in the window for 2 hours waiting for my daddy to come home. He's a builder and the most strongest man in the whole wide world. mommy keeps telling me he won't be home tonight who knows why. Mommy lied because right as she said it for the hundredth time my daddy walked through the door. I raced across the room and lept in to his arms like I always did when he came home but something about him was not the same. Today he didn't spin me round or pretend to pick me up by my pigtails. Today he pushed me down and yelled at me to stop being an annoying brat. His words were harsh to my ears he had never said that to me. he had never raised his voice at me. what had I done wrong?
