To Mr. Parker, My Father,
Mr. Parker as I sit her at 19 years old I wonder if you can love someone, they don’t even know. I have met you twice in my lifetime and you missed all of my aches and pain of life. You came for my 7th birthday, one of 19, soon to be 20. I wonder what made me so unbearable that you could not pick of the phone or send a card to you first daughter. As I have grown up, I have always wondered what it would be like to be a Daddy’s Little Girl, but I know the time will never come. I think that what would I do if you want to be in my life now and I would say how could you want to now my father when most of the hard stuff has been dealt with. Can you really be something more than the dick that I rode in on? I wish that you could feel the pain of not being wanted by someone and how it affects you in the end. In time, I will learn how to forget about you and how you were never here for me, but I want to know this that I did have a father she is my mother as well.

Never Daddy’s Little Girl