When i was 3 you took my fork.

i still remember that.

When I was 8, “daddy daughter dance”.

Mom offered to ask her friend to take me, but wouldn’t have been the same like everybody else.

Eleven. “Mom can you ask dad if he can call?”

she asks, and tells him what day it is.

“Im pretty busy right now, maybe later. but happy birthday.”

Twelve. Add him on facebook.

No “Add friend” or “friends”. just “CANCEL REQUEST”

Two years later. “Mom he added me back!!”

Fifteen. I want to know more about me.

I have the face of someone i don’t even know.

I ask questions.

“Do you want to form a relationship?”

“yes.”

March 19. “Happy birthday dad.”

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12:54am: “why you up so late?”

12:56am: “Talking to your boyfriend? Lol”

3:14am: “Well call me tomorrow”

Must be drunk.

July 13th. Nothing.

I am now 16.

You’ve “come back”, but i no longer need you.