Daddy’s Little Girl

It is so strange, maybe I want to believe it or maybe it is true, but I swear I was daddy’s little girl.  I have very few memories before the molesting started but I can remember Dad taking me swimming, hunting, fishing and letting my help him work on cars.  I almost remember trusting him.  Did I trust him?  Until that first night, absolutely!

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One Comment to “Daddy’s Little Girl”

  1. I know thisboh so wel…

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