So Happy Father's Day to all Fathers in the world.

So I've posted this in lieu of Father's Day... Thanks to someone giving me such an idea because of the day...

This is what came out...

I haven't had it edited, and I've typed and retyped it about 5 times...

So this is it all, out there and raw...

Hope you enjoy...

Tell me what you think please?

Daddy’s Little Girl

Mommy dropped me off at school in the morning and she picked me up again later when it was done. She helped me get ready for school, she packed my lunch, she did everything, and she was always there. Which made me wonder, where were you? Where were you, daddy?

My friends had both parents and I didn’t. I saw them get dropped off and picked up by both their mommy and their daddy, but never did they ever see you. Never had my friends ever seen you daddy. So they started asking many questions like, where were you? What was your job? And were you a good daddy?

But I couldn’t answer those questions, because I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what you did and I couldn’t answer the last question,

Because I had one of my own, and that was, what is a good daddy?

We grew up slowly and they invited me to parties and other things, our parents always standing off to one side enjoying their side of the party. Our parents always stood there discussing things with each other but mommy was the only one there with me. Only mommy stood there with the other parents talking, only mommy was there and where were you daddy? Where were you?

As we grew, my friends told me about their trips, their adventures and how awesome it was to have a daddy. Their father’s taught them many things, how to ride a bike, how to skip stones on water, how to kick a ball, even how to read and some much more.

And they always turned to me in the end and they asked, what did you teach me? What did I ever learn from my father?

And funny enough, I had an answer, but it wasn’t a funny one.

For the only answer I could give was this,

Broken promises.

My father taught me how to make broken promises. And that’s literally all I learnt from you daddy, it was how to make and break promises. For with each new promise you made me, with each new hope you gave me, I became excited, I looked forward to the time. For you would come to see me more, you said you would come and see me more, you said you would come and spend more time with me.

But you never did.

So where were you daddy? Why were you never there? Why did you never show up?

Why did you leave me standing by the door waiting for you to come?

I got used to it though, I got used to it all. To all the questions they asked, to all the moments they shared, I got used to it. And I got used to not being able to answer their questions and the pain that came with it. So guess what? They stopped asking but with that came the pitying.

Every time someone’s dad did something great for them or he taught them something new, they came to share it but moments later they would fall silent and look at me with their pitying eyes. Because to them I didn’t have a father, I didn’t have a daddy to do those things with me or for me.

So again I ask why daddy, why were you never there? Why did you leave me fatherless without a second thought? Why did you abandon me? Did you not want me? Was I not good enough?

What did I do wrong?

And as the years went by it all continued, everyone now knew that you and mommy weren’t together anymore, everyone knew that I only had a mommy and no daddy. They all knew, their looks and stares following me around, but this time there was a new thing added.

And that was whispers.

The whispers started up small but I soon came to hear what they said, they said that I wasn’t wanted and that no-one would ever want me. For if my own father didn’t want me, then who else would?

So again I ask daddy, why weren’t you there? Why did you leave? Why did you not protect me from all of this?

You would call now and then to speak to us. You would call, and I hated it because it was only ever on our birthdays you called. You would call and you would speak to me, calling me your little girl, calling me your baby girl.

But truthfully I wasn’t that to you at all for you only cared for him. You only cared for your son, your boy, my brother. For even on my birthdays you would ask to speak to him, barely giving me the time of day.

But that changed you see daddy, that changed.

For mommy found someone better than you, she found someone stronger than you, and more caring than you. She found someone she could love and who loved her back, she found someone who loved her kids and we grew to love him back.

She found someone I could look up to, who I could run to, someone who I could go to even in my worst time and tell everything to and he wouldn’t look down on me but give me advice. Even if what he says doesn’t make sense half the time, I could go to him.

He was there for us, he taught me to ride a bike, he taught me to throw a ball, he taught me to love nature and he taught me what a daddy looks like, he taught me what a good father is.

So now when I get asked those questions I could answer them. I could answer them and not get pitying looks.

Sadly though, no-one asked me those questions, you see. Because I’m big now, I’ve grown up now and we don’t talk about our parents anymore, we don’t talk about the people we look up to anymore.

No, we talk about our dreams, and our aspirations, we talk about our own lives and our plans for them and what we’re doing, who we’re dating, and what jobs we’re doing. That’s what we’re doing now daddy.

That is what we’re doing.

So you can call me your baby girl, you can call me your little girl but I’m not that anymore.

I’ve grown up you see, I’ve grown up, and I’ve done it without you.

A deep breath escaped me, as those old memories flashed through my mind as I sat there and stared down at the small pink baby vest that I held in my hands, the words that shone up at me in white.

Daddy’s little Girl.

The sight of it had brought tears to my eyes, as I couldn’t help the emotions that ran through me, that reminded me of a simpler time in my life. Reminding me of the life I had when I was growing up without a father, something I didn’t want for my kids.

And at the thought I smiled and looked up and across at my husband who stood there with a concerned expression on his face. But at my smile he stopped and frowned, for he didn’t understand.

But I did.

For I knew one thing, and that was that the little girl growing inside of me would be her daddy’s little girl.