Dear Daddy,
I snuck in after Mommy left for work. I couldn't eat anything. It doesn't stay down. I haven't eaten in 4 days daddy. I'm sorry that I broke your picture. Mommy threw it at me when I started screaming when she brought a man home a few nights ago. What was I supposed to do? He put his hands on the part you told me never to let anyone touch. I didn't like the way it felt. He tried to put his hand over my mouth but I remember you used to bite my hand when I did it. You didn't bite as hard as I did though. I could taste blood and he only stopped when he reached for his pants zipper. Mommy came in and dragged him away. Stepping over beer bottles and grabbed our picture from the time we went to the ball game and threw it at the side of my head. It hasn't healed yet and I still have glass from it in my foot. But I don't mind. It makes me feel close to you. Remember that day? I asked for cotton candy and You got me chocolate instead and I cried? I'm sorry I was a whiny brat. But thank you for buying me some and eating the chocolate. I know you hate chocolate Daddy. So I threw all of it away. My eyes have circles under them. I don't sleep often. Most nights are spent outside or staring through my window. Im too tired to sleep.
Daddy do you think I'm crazy?