Searching for a Father

I was his little princess. I remember how my father and my auntie would fight over me, both wanting to hold me at the same time. They were both young. My father may have been 23 and my aunt was 22. They treated me just like the little princess that they thought I was. I felt loved. I felt wonderful and I loved my auntie but most of all I loved my daddy.


My father and I lived with his mother. My aunt was married and lived downstairs. She had not yet begun her family and since I was the baby of the household she was not going to give me up without a giving my daddy a hard time. Yet, I don't remember my mother so early in life. I was aware that she existed, though I rarely remember seeing her.


My grandmother and my daddy and my auntie were all I ever wanted. I would look forward to my daddy coming home after work so that he would swoop me up in his big tender arms and shower me with hugs and kisses.


When I grew older he would wake me up out of a deep sleep to eat Chinese food in the middle of the night. I love it so much that he said I shouldn't miss out on what everyone else was eating. I felt so important.

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