The Thing We Call Father
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 38m
  • Reads 248
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 38m
Ongoing, First published Oct 07, 2016
Mature
It wasn't hard really to move around in the world without a loving father there. I mean yeah being a daddy's girl especially when you don't know who your father is. But to tell you the truth I really didn't need a father because I had my little sister, and she had me. We've been there for each other since we were born, and it won't stop. She always had me until me met HIM...our father.

*This story is a different version because I lost my train of thought from the other one.*
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