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Dear dad,

He stuck around but he wasn’t present. He did care. But mostly not.

Mostly on his computer, writing a history to feel loved and seen.

To hear compliments that would be stuck on his mind 24/7.

To hear compliments that would complete him.

To make him feel the love that anyone had never given him.

But why would he expect it from his daughters?

From his beloved children he had always expected the most and the worst.

Everything wasn’t enough.

He wanted them to be the best version of himself.

And not the best version of themselves.

He wanted to correct his past mistakes by making them the “perfect daughters”.

But when the “perfect daughter” firstly became vulnerable he only did not cry, but didn’t feel guilt. At all.

He didn’t want to help. He wanted the attention all to himself.

“Oh my, poor me, my children are “sad””