For as long as I can remember I never had a daddy to teach me to ride a bike, tie my shoe laces or tell me stories. All I had was my mama and she only loved me sometimes, that's what she said...she didn't like me when I was being a bad girl so I always tried my hardest to be good.
But one day when mama had enough of me being a 'bad girl' she had pushed me out the door and I had to go play. I remember being scared, my mama never used to let me out the front door but that day she had pushed me. There were kids playing in the road and I wanted to go play, it looked like fun and I soon forgot my fear as I ran towards them.
Before I reached them though I tripped over the gutter and landed on my hands and knees, the kids started laughing and calling me names. The scrapes on my knees and the palms of my hands stung and I pulled myself back on to the grass and cried.
I was five years old and wishing I had a daddy to pick me up and cuddle me.
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The Wishlist (Complete)
أدب المراهقينEver made a wish and it has never come true? Read about a lifetime of unfulfilled wishes, some funny, some sad and all remain un-granted.
