I began with one simple word. "Why?"
He looked at me with confusion and I repeated myself a little louder. "Why?!"
"Honey. Why what?" He asked.
"Look I have grown up you don't have the right to call me honey. You haven't been with me for 6 years and then you just guess we are all lovey dovey when I finally do see you. Well we're not. And what happened to you calling me? Did you forget about that too? I sat at my window everyday waiting for that call. I cried myself to sleep because of you. And you think I still love you? Well you are 100% wrong. I stopped loving you, when you stopped caring. So you can write that down on your little shopping list. Because this day forward I'm something you wish you had." Then I walked off and I saw him with tears in his eyes. Not a day goes by that I regret what I said. The way he was upset was how I was every fathers day and every time I heard my friends talking about their dad. Then my phone vibrated and I had a text message from him saying "I'm sorry." and I felt my eyes water and I didn't know what to do. So I cried. Right in the middle of the supermarket with tons of people looking at me and thinking I was crazy. But I wasn't crazy... I was hurt.
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You Left Me
Teen FictionYou Left Me is a heartbreaking story about a 13 year old girl named Sabrina who was abandoned by her father when she is 7. On her 13th birthday she is surprised when she bumps into her dad at the supermarket. She has so many questions in so little t...
