I looked him straight in the eye. The man who gave me nothing but lies, broken dreams, false hope, and a fatherless childhood. How could one person be so incredibly selfish? How I could I be so naiive as to love him? I suppose I always hoped he would wake up one day and realize what he was missing. The young woman that he had brought into the world nearly 17 years ago.

Now I can see that he chooses to be without me. He chooses to call me names and then, like a child, he ignores me. He chooses not to call, write, or care. Why am I here? It is not fair that no matter what he does to me, I still love him. I still yearn to have him in my life. I long for him love me as a father should love his daughter.

I snap back to reality and realize he doesnt want to do these things. If he wanted to be with me he had already had many years to do so. I soundlessly turned away and let go of my childhood dream. To be loved by my father.