Last night was ever changing,
or maybe thats what you had secretly hoped.
All my life you treated me different then my brother
I asked myself many times in life, what had I'd done to make you dislike me so much?

I'm not sure if it was the 2 bottles of wine or the 6 shots of vodka, that gave me the stregnth to outlash back at you for once and ask a question I had been wanting to ask for so many years, but never enough courage, or possibly just not quite prepared to hear the truth...

"Mom, what did I do to make you treat me the way you do?"

You mummbled under your breath, and I shot back at you in anger.." Speak up, Not woman enough to tell me?"

You snickered and rolled your eyes, but I was expecting that, you've always looked at me like I was something not quite good enough for you...

" Alright dear" sarcastic as you could have possibly made it sound.." You wanna know why I cant stand to look at you?"

Rage at this point boiling deep within.." Yea, actually I would"

She lowered her voice, stared deep into my eyes, and nothing shy of a whisper she said.." Everytime I look at you, I see you're father's eyes looking back at me..."

Confused as hell at this point I said " And..you dont like me for what?"

And then she said it, carefree as if a new found freedom in her was just found " He's not your father.."

At this point I'm lost..Is she drunk? " Who's not my father?, What's not my father?"

And then it hit me..the man I had always known, 28 yrs to be exact, the man who cared for me, encouraged me, stuck up for me, called me his little princess, tucked me in, butterfly kisses...the one man I have always trusted...not my father?

How could this be?...I wanted to ask, Well then who is? Why did you hide this from me?, Why am I being punished for something I could never change....



...But I didn't...I saw him standing in the doorway, and the shock upon his face..hurt...I couldn't hurt this man that way...I loved him..I cared for him..He was my....and then I had my response...I knew at that moment..she may hate me forever..but with pride, and with dignity I simply replied...


" You know you are right, He's not my father...That man, that man right there, with the tears in his eyes, and fear that I may hate him after this...That man..He's not my father...He's my dad"

I walked over an embraced this man before me..gave him a " buttefly kiss, and looked into his loving eyes..I silently mouthed to him.."I love you dad"...

I looked back at my mother, who looked somewhat in a state of shock.." You were right ya know..I do have his eyes...eyes that see ..I'll always be daddy's little girl"...

Awwww......


I need tissues for that one- like a whole BOX.

Very great writing.

beautifully done!

Very emotionally stirring Maleah and i really enjoy the triumph at the end!

a deeply moving write

sad, that life can present truth in such a harsh light

Bittersweet.

Nice!!

Know all bout this......

Such a wholly and healing response to your Dad....a moment that will live on, forever.

Hey Maleah, I see parallels to my own life in here with my mother This is a great piece of creative writing, thanks for sharing

Very moving and heartfelt,,,