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You are not my daughter— you are the daughter of his late brother. But everyone used to say you looked like me, that you could have easily been mine. And that was fine. I called you princess, because you are. I don’t know when you will realize this, but the place you’re growing up in is a hard one. I won’t say I miss you, but I wonder— do you ever miss me? Because in the few moments we shared, you clung to me, you painted my face, brushed my hair, and for a while— I became a princess in your kingdom. I hope the little time we had was enough to show you there is more to life. Never stop dreaming, Nic. You can go far. All it takes is believing.
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Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
girlinflames
For Nic, the Little Princess
You are not my daughter— you are the daughter of his late brother. But everyone used to say you looked like me, that you could have easily been mine. And that was fine. I called you princess, because you are. I don’t know when you will realize this, but the place you’re growing up in is a hard one. I won’t say I miss you, but I wonder— do you ever miss me? Because in the few moments we shared, you clung to me, you painted my face, brushed my hair, and for a while— I became a princess in your kingdom. I hope the little time we had was enough to show you there is more to life. Never stop dreaming, Nic. You can go far. All it takes is believing.
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