The reality

Daddy?

"Daddy? Are you there" my younger self called out.

"Yes, pumpkin I'm here what's wrong?" my father asked.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." I cry to my father.
"what was it about sweetheart."

"A scary man with a gun tried to get me!" I exclaimed.

"It'll be okay daddy's got you." He soothed

Waking up from my day dream I realized none of that actually happened. The dream I was talking about 'the scary man' was my father. He tried to kidnap me when I was younger. He did it in hopes to get money from my mom for his drug addiction. I make up these memories so I don't have to face reality.

The reality that my father doesn't care and never has.