My dad was just a maddend man

When my parents asked me: "who do you love most?" I would always response with: "both" But I was the little girl who always started tearing up when dad came later than usual from City. "What if daddy got kidnapped?", I asked my mum, I felt ty. Even though dad is a grown man, Even though dad knows the path of both ways by heart, Even though dad has a car to drive, A phone right in his pocket, And extra Keys for the house. I shaked of fear. Because night that day came near. It was midnight. But as I got older he did things that didn't fit tight. He called me princess and pretty, But then criticized inches of my clothing and found my interests silly, As I fought back with fisses and sat back tried again with the action of chilly. I understood, he is not the only man who gave me a kissie. So did my grandpa whose shirts I ruined with tears after he made me cry. So did my one uncle who greeted me with saying: "honey" and didn't let out a sigh. My other uncle didn't care. My aunties didn't care. The others didn't, Maybe they would've, But I never could've shown them. Because they never would dear to reach our house, Since my mother made a spouse, And hear breath pinched my air while she said the words: "your dads kindness is not all he has in amount" Yes, he did run after my one uncle after an argument trying to hit him. Screamed on his phone to my auntie since she divorced with her man while he told me to watch out and wear shoes that are firm. While we went in the Park and had fun. And now I am heading the pot in the kitchen sink because the food has dried out of staying too long into the sun. I made a lot. I povered them and warmen them up. But couldn't finish my plate because either way I would sobb.