Growing up,
I'm nothing like I used to be,
& yet I'm exactly the same as you remembered me.
I smile,
put on my make-up,
& wear that perfume you got me when I was young, Daddy.
I go around like th world is mine,
& life is perfect.
You always thought I did alright on my own.
I cut my hair,
I look just like you,
& I'm nothing like you OR my mother.
I'm happy.
No matter what, I will always be happy, Dad.
Your little girl wears that perfume like it's Chanel no. 5,
keeps her chin up,
& is going to be everything she ever dreams up to be.
Your little girl is growing up,
Just so you know.
She's not afraid to admit she's your daughter,
because she's already overcome your reputation.
She loves you.
She misses you.
She holds her head high & is waiting for the day you speak up.
She wants you to be there to give her away one day, despite everything.
You're my father.
I want my "Daddy" back.
I want you to be proud of me, & let me know it.
'till then, I hope you've learned how to be happy, too.
Love you Daddy.
3:43am
Samantha Weldon
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