After my father's family left, I went to bed. He really spoiled my day. But I was happy to hear that his family tried to look for me. My dad has always been there for me. He's one who taught me to write my name. He taught me to cook, to ride a bike. He helped with schoolwork as well as exams. But my father's rejection cut way too deep. There were times I did everything to impress my dad. I wanted to be a good daughter. I wanted him to always be proud and never regret marrying my mother and claiming me as his daughter. Ten years ago, he sat me down and told me that nothing's going to make him leave me and my mom. So I should relax. He's going to claim me as his daughter and love me even after death. That's when I relaxed. I never felt the need to impress him and pretend to be someone I'm no
