Daddy’s Little Girl

She didn’t know how much of a daddy’s girl she was until it just hit her, one day, two weeks before her birthday.

Her dad has been gone for four years and a month, and yet she can’t get herself up from the slump she dragged herself in since that time.

It’s becoming a pain. Every day. A searing pain, right in the pit of her stomach.

And now, the hand that she has been accustomed to guiding her is letting her go off and do her thing.

She has never felt so frightened.

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