The last memory I have of my father was when he gave me a tank top and a towel when I was 7 years old. He spent about 10 minutes with me then after leaving as soon as I was born. I grew up using my father’s absence as an excuse for anything that went wrong in my life.
Dear Daddyless Daughter is my way of taking power back from that experience and allowing it to make me stronger.This is a safe space for not only daddyless daughters but all who need an escape.
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