Daddy


I have never been a Daddy’s Girl. Atleast, at no point that I can remember. My father left home when I was a young age and he remained gone until he died.

I graduated with honours from the University of the West Indies on the 4th day of November in the year 2011. My father is said to have died the very next day. I doubt very much that he knew what I had accomplished but his death I knew, and it rattled me.

I don’t remember my father ever picking me up from school, or giving me pocket money and he never gave me “the talk”. But I miss him, if it is at all possible to miss someone you never got the chance to know. I miss my Daddy… as he was and as I wouldve wanted him to be.

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