You are all perfect beautiful young ladies inside and out. Please hang on to your mothers love and I pray that God will somehow remove this unthinkable pain from your hearts and know regardless of the current situation your in that in no way is any of this your fault and you are here on this earth for a reason and God has a plan for you to succeed in everything you do. Sadly when a man and woman separate or divorce it is always the children who suffer the most. My father was in and out of the life of my sister and I over the years and I did see first hand how much he broke her heart and sadly to this day even after his death she still struggles with him not being a part of her life. I came across this poem and was very moved by all of your stories and wish with every fiber of my being I could help or somehow take your pain from your hearts. I am a father of 4 young girls and try to be a strong father in everyway and still fail daily. To All of you wonderful precious young ladies, my heart ache's to no end to see your words and try to know your pain. Even though my dad was never there I always had my Mom who cared so much and worked so hard (she still in college and has a part-time job) and is doing everything she can to keep me and my three sisters happy. They didn't notice that I didn't go and the following year made the joke 'Oh and if you don't have a dad you can't rent one!', they didn't mean any harm because I was the shy one and never said or participated in their little activities that they did. Everyone went because their dad attended the church and said yes except me. Then the church that I attend decided to have a daddy/daughter dance.
He was never there and when my friends at school would talk about what they did with their Dad's (like Daddy daughter time or he helped them with something) I wanted to cry but I held it in. My Mom and Dad were always arguing with each other and my Dad would always leave and go out. My Dad walked out on me and my family when I was 12 (last year now I'm 13). I just wish my dad knew how much pain he's put me through. My mother has struggled so much making sure we're growing up healthy. The only time we get new things is our birthday or christmas. & every time my brother & I go, my half sisters have new things. We have to visit him on the weekend's, court ordered, but he's never even home. He chooses our step mom & my half sisters instead ( he had 3 other daughters ). No one knows how I just lock myself in my room & cry my eyes out cause I love my dad so much, but me & my siblings will always be his second choice. I try not to think about it but it hurts so much. I've suffered my whole life with this pain & still am. I didn't, by the time I was born my dad was already cheating and had already had a baby with another women. But the difference is my older siblings grew up with him. My oldest sister who is 20 now, my older brother who is 16 now, & me & I'm 13. by Brittany Romero, North Carolina, Charlotte.I know God will wipe my tears and restore my happiness by allowing me to meet my brothers one day, even if it's for a minute. To today I sometimes call him to know how my brothers are doing. He asked for my number, but he never used that number to call me. By the way, how is she?" I said she's happily married. He looked at me and said, "Sorry, do I know you?" I dropped a tear and said, "I'm Cheila Manga, the little girl you abandoned the same day she was born, 16 years back." He just said, "Oooh, my daughter, you've grown so big and beautiful like your mother. He looked at me but he didn't know who I was. One day I was walking by the road, I saw my biological father. When she came back, she came with a man who asked for her hand in marriage. My mother had to leave me with my grandmother to travel and look for a job.
You weren't there when I needed you most, Instead I have to dream about it with my best friend Brittany Baird. I would have someone to hold me close when I get too scared, I would have a dance with him into his arms I'd twirl. I wish, I wish I was daddy's little girl,
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