Like I said before I was daddy's girl. I never left his side. It was one of the hardest things in my life to see my dad locked up in jail. To have to talk to him through a damn phone. To have to hug and kiss him through a glass window. But that was always my favorite part of the day. Seeing him always put a smile on my face. I didn't ever want to leave him there. He would write my sisters and I letters all the time. My sisters couldn't read at the time so I had to read the letters to them. Every letter I got, I cried. He use to tell us he wouldn't sleep for a week straight because he'd be up crying thinking about us. We were is life. On Christmas he sent us presents. His gifts were my favorite gifts that year. I missed him. When he got out, everything changed. I wasn't daddy's little girl anymore. I was his worst night mare. He treated me like shit. And still does. He's not a father figure to me anymore. I wish he was though. And my mother and him got back together 4 months later. He moved back in with us. My whole life I've lived in a Trailer because my parents struggle with money.
