My father interviewed me on how my life was/is, he was saddened and proud at the same time. He was sad because I told him about the issues I had. And He was proud of my accomplishments. He tried to justify his doubts by explaining the situation with him and my mother. But his story wasn't adding up or making sense. Now we haven't taken the paternity test yet. He said to me" If you are my child or not I will help you, I see you are full of potential and ambitious just like me". So we took the test and it confirmed that I was his daughter. Upon receiving this news I immediately thanked God for giving me the one thing I wanted my whole life. Which was acknowledgment from him. Growing up as a young girl without a father, that alone feeling, the emptiness like something's missing. Began to fade, so I decided to start my healing process. They said the side effects from treatment will get worst before it gets better. All the physical pain, the emotional stress, I was taking it head on, until reality slapped me in the face.
(It felt like something knocked me overboard and I fell in the sea. My head submerged under the water. I immediately realized that I still wasn't fighting for myself. It was because God gave me the one thing I wanted. The boat is near, I can see the life bouy. I could have saved myself with little effort.) But I didn't want to, because again I wasn't fighting for me. My father's influence were no longer effective. So I began praying again.
© Miss DANIEL