I was Daddy's Little Girl. Some part of me always will be. And part of me is returning there. I used to hear this song and want to barf because I "hate him so much". Now, I hear it and wish I were seven again and Daddy's Little Girl. I think it killed my parents when they went from Mommy and Daddy to Mom and Dad. Daddy changed slower though. Is it pride that's keeping me from how I (sometimes) want to act? To be sweet and innocent and Daddy's Little Girl? To call him "Daddy" instead of the "Father I whip out when I'm especially pissed? Damn pride.
I have a business call to make tomorrow (to my lawyer) so I need some rest. Good night, y'all.
Vickey
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