She's Not My daughter

She's Not My daughter

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"Dad... " Rachael cried "I am not your father", he bellowed seemingly angry "But.... ", "Leave my sight this instance ", he yelled, he was so angry he badly wanted to hit her but had to hold himself. She ran away with fear in her eyes. Confusion was the topic in her life. She thought she had the perfect family but it turns out her father hated her existence. He doesn't believe Rachael is his daughter, he doesn't feel the connection. She doesn't know why he hates his own daughter, its his fault, he wasn't ready for a child but he got her pregnant. No one knew what was wrong except a close friend in the shadows. Relax let me take you through series of drama, confessions, pain, anger and fear.
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