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The Love Of A Dad and his daughter

I wrote this from my own experience.

By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)Published 5 months ago 2 min read
The Love Of A Dad and his daughter
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I can remember so many memories of my daddy bonding times. My dad wasn't my blood dad, he was my step dad. Nevertheless my dad, he claimed me as his own. For reasons unknown to me Dad had a love for me he didn't show the same for my half sister. I met him when I was five years old. When I asked him "Are you my daddy?" I could see he was scared. Mom was a single parent, so I didn't know who my dad was. As a kid I never thought about that kind of stuff, I just wanted a dad.

When he came into my life, I felt this strange feeling for daughters love. I never had a daddy, I saw in school girls having a daddy daughter friendship I wanted it.

I didn't know I would have it with my dad. I can remember all the times as a kid the first time I had a meltdown he wasn't sure of what to do. I just wanted to be heard, and no one was listening so I screamed and cried. That was the first time I heard the song "Dream on" Aerosmith. In the heat of the moment he knew what to do he turned on music and I started swaying feeling calm. The music was so great, and I calm. As a teenager he made me mix CD of new music, we bonded over TV shows, anime, prime time cartoons, we went for hicks in the woods, he took me trick-or-treating.

He did all the fun stuff that Mom had no patience for. When she had my sister she was a pretty much a single parent. But dad, was pretty much a single parent to me.

As a kid that was probably very confusing, but he always took the time to help me remember your a kid, you need play and have fun. And I'm going to do the fun things with you we will both be kids together. I think I felt less alone then, he took the time to help me remember not to be serious.

That ever accomplishment I made was a milestone to something much bigger.

As an adult now my dad has been dead for 5 years, and it's the hardest thing for me. Toward the end of his life I got to know what it was like to have my dad back. He was sober for two years almost then again divorcing my mother was the best thing he ever did. Listen always could make an alcoholic or someone with addiction issues wanna go back to the addiction.

That's what love is, the love of a Dad, and a daughter. That's unconditional love when I'm just the stepdaughter. And he treated me like I was his actual daughter.

I still miss him, he would be proud of my accomplishments and the hard work that I do on a daily bases. I know that he would be... He always had no prejudice to difference races. He would have loved my husband. They have simpler interests both love anime. They could talk for our hours about theories from the Dragon Ball series. Getting to rising debates, and real mutual understanding and bonding could have happened.

It never will happen because he died to soon in life. So what could have been will never be. However, the respect and unconditional love I feel for my dad lives on.


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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)

LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.

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  • Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago

    Great Story ! Heartfelt to me. I loved my poppa so much. Actually he was Victor and I am Vicki. He died of leukemia in 1996. I was by his side saw him take his last breath. I still get teary eyed. I miss my Vic poppa

  • Phil Flannery5 months ago

    It sounds like you got very lucky. Great story.

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