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Goodbye Daddy

Goodbye Daddy

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Throughout generations, our fathers have been the rock of the family. We run to them when Mom says no, and when siblings are driving us crazy. They take us out to dinner and make us feel beautiful when we think we’re not. Dads tease us about our crushes, and threaten to bring out the shotgun we go out on dates. Then, in a final gesture of love, they walk us down the aisle and give us up to another man they trust to take care of us. And of course there are the hard times. The music that’s “too loud,” the clothes that are “unacceptable,” and the boy who needs to “get lost.” Through it all, fathers are there for us. Or at least, they usually are. There are those freak accidents that nobody saw coming, and sometimes we must say goodbye to our dad, forever. Those times can be the hardest in a girl’s life, trust me, I know. I’m Emily, but this isn’t just my story. It’s the story of five girls whose lives were changed by their fathers, forever.
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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