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"Dada... Can I ask you something?"

"Why not sweetheart."

"You love me?"

"More than my life."

"Sure?"

"One thousand percent sure, honey."

I smiles, widely, controlling the tears which were threatening to fall from my eyes as I tries to forget all the hurtful things he said to a lady about me while talking on a phone call. Even cursing my dead mom, when he got to know that I'm actually not his real daughter.

I know he is lying when he said 'more than my life.'

Why would he love me more than his life when I'm not even his real daughter?

He stopped all those affectionate kisses, the warmth from his embrace long forgotten. Only thing I can see in his eyes was hatred for me, and the only thing I can feel from all of his words that came out of his mouth infront of me were lies.

All lies.

The fake love, the fake affection, the lies he's been feeding me constantly. Pretending to love me and cherish me like a diamond when he didn't even value me like one by heart.

I can't understand why is it always me. Why?... Why can't I have a father that  will actually love me? Praise me? Appreciate me on every small things I do?

Why can't I have one?

What did I even do to deserve this all?

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