Dear dad
Dad, daddy, papa, pop, Baba,— but you weren’t ever quite my father, I hate the term step dad, especially with you— you treated me with sweetness that was almost bitter, you coddled me but you made me brave, you made me: me.
Without my dad, without you in my life I wouldn’t be the bold young lady, and man I’ve growing to be, with the taste for a thrill and humor I’ve held onto right— you were the father I had, one of the Two: though through the parody I call my life, you were indefinitely my favorite dad, daddy, papa, pop, baba.
To you my step dad, my step— can’t quite make the mark, my not so perfect yet fun role model this is your unearned apology:
So my dear, dad, daddy, papa, pop and baba—I am sorry, I am sorry for still caring about you even though you have exited my life, I’m sorry that I could never quite figure out wether I loved you or not, I’m sorry for never trying the food you wanted me too— even when you offer to pay me. I am sorry for forgetting whether I forgive you or not.
But nevertheless I am not sorry for. my dear dad, daddy, papa, pop, baba for hating you for you out lashes, the stench of alcohol you reeked of after and during every argument, I am not sorry for looking at you with betrayal, I will never forgive you for what you put my mother through, and what you put my brothers through.
You are my dad, my daddy, my papa, my pops, my baba and my father— but I need to take a step back, dear step dad, I hope you forgive me for that.
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