He stared at me and I couldn't read a damn thing on his face. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. Finally, he spoke. His question sounded monotonous. Neutral even. That seemed concerning. He asked, "Did you mean everything you wrote?"
I stared at him for a long time without answering. I was deathly afraid of giving the wrong answer. But there was no such thing as a "wrong" answer when you were speaking in truths. So I stuck with that and nodded slowly, saying, "Yes."
My father's entire demeanor started to transform. At first, I was worried that he was about to lash out at me again. Like he had the two times he had rejected me. But then I realized that wasn't it at all. He was fighting to control himself. From what? But the answer came to me almost immediately. Daddy wanted me.
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