I talked to my dad today. We love eachother! Who could break the bond between a father and daughter? I wont let a man or a bad memory come into play.
I miss playing with him when I'd swing upside down between his legs, playing on grandma's bar, and singing in the van.
I remember feeling bad 'cause I couldn't harmonize like my sis.
I love him ('half a heart') in the same room where at 3 and 4 I stole the abandoned cups of coffee to add to the joke of stunted growth.
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Someday, my darling Miss July, telling the truth about him won't be so difficult and much more liberating. You deserved so much more than either he or your mother gave to you. You are a diamond in the rough....each generation should strive to be better than the one that preceded it. I commend your idealism. You go, Girl!