There are so many times I wish I'd had a Daddy lately.

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I wasn't mean to be this big girl, doing all these big girl things every day. Some days are harder than others, and I wish, more than anything, that my Daddy would find me.

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He'd be there to kiss my head when it's full of bad dreams.

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He'd be there to clean and bandage any boo boo's, like when I fell and scraped both my knees.

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He'd encourage me to be the babygirl that I'm meant to be, instead of coming home from work exhausted, drained, and sore.

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I'm no good at taking care of myself. I've missed days of my medicine, my sleep schedule is erratic, I forget to eat until late at night. I don't want to have all this responsibility.

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There's also no one here to see when I'm doing good. When I clean the litter boxes, when I take out the trash, when I get the laundry done. I don't have anyone to tell me what a good girl I am.

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It's scary being a babygirl all alone in the big world. I wonder if I'll ever find my Daddy. I've been looking for so long, that I can't help but wonder if he's even out there at all.