Dear dad,
Dear dad,
Why could you have been like other dads, who play with their kids and not mess with heads at such a young age. You put me in this fake situation that how you were raising me was ideal and the right way, but after years of finally know that’s not true. Me raising you in not ideal nor is mentally abusing children, but in the end I somehow still feel bad leaving you. Why do I care when you left me when I needed you before.
Dear son
Copyright © Harlan Trott | Year Posted 2025
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