"Daddy, I hate you!"
I remember saying,that day when u came home after six months of not seeing you.
You and mom argued, me and Jonathan were holding on to each other, tears falling from our eyes.
You pushed her, she hit the floor and as i picked her up you realized what u had done.
You left us there crying, asking ourselves what we had done wrong. I remember mom apologizing to u down on her knees, crying her heart out.
You would push her and tell her to leave u alone.
She told me to talk to you, try to get some sense into you,you wouldnt hurt me too.
But she was wrong, you were hurting me...the fights,the words,your actions;were tearing me apart.
I told you to come inside,and I grabbed your arm, you started to cuss us out.
I couldnt stand it anymore, I wanted to die! I dont know how I did it,but it came out...I yelled "I hate you,I want for you to die!"
Your eyes opened in shocked,realizing that your little girl had grown up, and that she was ready to put up a fight!
My arms are still on guard to this day, I will never put them down.
No matter how good things will change, I want you to know that I will always remember that day!
