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I remember feeling special and loved. He would whisper sweet words into my ears and buy my special gifts. He cared for me in ways no one ever did before. He was my first dad. I never had one before so I thought everything he did to me must have been okay. I mean don’t all the other Daddy’s love their daughters like this? At least that’s what I asked when I told my best friend in 3rd grade. My friend told her parents and she wasn’t allowed to be my friend again. I had to find a new home with no Daddy. It was then I realized this truth. My Daddy never loved me.

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