“Oh, Father” she said, “I would very much like to cry.”
“Why, my Dear?”
“I’m so very sad…miserable really.”
“Why? my Dear.”
“No one loves me or cares for me”
“No? my Dear.”
“No Father”
“Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“I love you, my Dear, and I care about you very much.”
“Oh, Daddy! You don’t count.”
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
Because Father is part of her existence. Thanks for putting me in the girl’s shoes —it’s not easy.
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You must have daughters 🙂
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I have twins.
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oh my…double trouble…and double love 🙂
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