Prologue

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In the beginning of every dream I have had since my father left has left me dehydrated and sweaty for the last nine years when I had first started to fully understand what my mom had somewhat wanted to conceal from me to protect me from, at least that's what she told herself.

That she did it for me, lying through her teeth about my father but she had been doing it for herself to comfort herself from the fact that my father went ahead and married another women want and had other children forgetting he had a wife and daughter who needed him at least my mother Terry had needed him, I didn't and I would prefer if I never were to see him again or too have known him.

Terry should have known better she just didn't want to accept that she had lost him a very long time ago to another younger women who could reap her little finger around him and clutch him from her tight hold.

Katie, Katie baby wake up do you know what day it is today?
Daddy I know I know it's my birthday I say running down our blue carpeted stairs into his open arms to be spun around and kissed over a thousand Times not having an acknowledgement that, that would be the the last day I ever saw my dad my hero.

Happy seventh birthday to me a missing dad and empty promises is all it seemed I was worth to my father "Ronald Price."

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