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Aug 2014
Four years old, I wish I could see
Fell off that sycamore tree, and as my daddy
bandaged my knee
I whispered quietly to him
"Daddy, what did you expect me to do?"

Nine years old, locked myself in my room
Mean kids at school, calling me things like they
had proof
I wrote on my wall
"Daddy, what did you expect me to do?"

Fourteen years old, the principal called him as
tears ran down my cheeks
My boyfriend had cheated on me so I slapped
him and detention is where I ended up in
He picked me up and I yelled at him
"Daddy, what did you expect me to do?"

Sixteen years old, held the note tightly in my
hand
Hopeless and crying, I kicked off the chair
Loosened grip so he could read
"Daddy, I'm sorry I never was what you expected me to be."
April 9th, 2013
Michelle
Written by
Michelle  Monterrey,Mexico
(Monterrey,Mexico)   
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