Her Name . . . is Cupcake

20100612

&& It Finally Hit Me

So the other day I was kinda upset with my boyfriend because a slip up that he made (I won't say exactly what he said because quite frankly ya'll don't need to know all of that.) Anyways what he said truly bothered me and he really didn't understand why. Later that night as I re-capped my day, I realized that I wasn't to sure of why what he said bothered me so much either. I layed up for a couple of hours watching TV && It Finally Hit Me... it all has to do with my father.

As some of you may know I'm not an only child. My half-sister Trina was lucky enough to have me born July 11, EXACTLY 18 years after she was born (Long Story). A couple of years ago her mother passed which led Trina and I to be reunited with [our father] Walter (neither one of us had heard from him since I was 3 months old, obviously she remembers more about him than me). The day that I met him, he decided that it was Trina who he wanted to bond with. At first I thought it was because her mom had just passed, however as time went on I saw that there was more to it.

Never before the day I met my father had he ever called me to wish me a happy birthday, yet for some reason when his birthday came around he called me to ask why I didn't call him. To put the icing on the cake, when my birthday rolled around again I recieved no call, however my sister got a call and a birthday check. I was beyond hurt, I couldn't even make up an excuse for him. It wasn't like he could have forgot, me and her were born on the same date !

To this day my "father" and my sister maintain a wonderful healthy relationship, while I on the other hand, have not heard from him since his birthday. I feel unwanted, like... maybe there's something wrong with me. I really do not understand why he doesn't want to claim me, show me to the world, and act like I'm his daughter and he's my father.

So back to what I started off talking about, I want, have, NEED to be claimed. It bothers me to my core when I'm not, I feel incomplete when I'm not... I need my Daddy. . .


Until Fingers Meet Keys:

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