Louise Mcbonn

Young and Misunderstood

I was 10 years old when he left. The only man I ever loved. My hero. My best friend. My dad. I remember the days he would come home from work and I would run up to him like I hadn't seen him in forever. I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories and made me laugh so much. I remember him dressing me up like a princess and taking pictures of me in his yellow car. I remember being happy. Smiling. I remember being loved.