Hey everyone...this poem is for my dad because I used to live with him until he married the spawn of the devil!

Brianna! This is Melaina...Not riss. She doesnt kno that I am writing this...But thats okay...It makes me feel sad to read this. I can't say that I have ever been through this but my life was similar. When my dad went to Kuwait I talked to him like once every 2 months. I know that is still more that what you did with your dad but I still felt the same way. My mom isn't the spawn of the devil, but she never shared my dad with us while he was away. When he called she talked to him and when she called him she talked to him. We never reallly did. I am sooo sorry that your relationship with your dad turned to shit because of her...But you still have other family that cares about you! I Love you Brianna!
*Melaina