I am playing with daddy, despite being s*****d earlier today. I tried to run away and got caught before I could go past the garden. The problem is daddy doesn't leave me alone for more than thirty minutes every day. He likes spending all his time with me. He is not busy like daddies used to be.
I got s*****d, hard, but not harder than daddies used to s***k me. Mostly, I think he was more hurt with my attempt to escape than angry. He really thought I was happy here.
Am I ...?
We cuddled a lot after and had ice creams. He kept looking at me carefully to gauge whether I was still hurt or upset about the s******g. I am not.
We are playing hide and seek right now. I am hiding right now in the cupboard and daddy is looking for me. He finds me and picks me up and twirls me around. I laugh.
