dad, i know you blame yourself for what happened to me. when i was still a baby.
but i love you, okay? there hasn’t been a day where i hated having been your daughter. it hurts to know you’ve been hurting yourself all along because of it. because of me.
i wish you could see me now. i grew up. i’m a young woman; i’m going to turn 18 this year. i hope to become someone you would’ve been proud of. i’ll work hard for it.
-from your daughter, faroe
(malevolent fictive)
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