A Daughters Story.
My name is ------ and I am seven years old, I have a mummy and daddy and two older sisters.
My mum and dad are divorced and because of this I have cried a lot, I dont cry so much now because I think they have stopped being cruel to my daddy and I get to see him. They were very cruel to me and dad, but I know that he loves me and is a good man. When we were a family I didnt see my dad a lot because he was always away working hard for the family, when he came home he was very tired because he worked twelve hours a day, seven days a week for five weeks at a time. I only saw him for thirteen days at a time and he did this for six months.
When he finished this job he did lots of good things with me, but the best thing he did for me was make my anger at the grown ups better. He made up a game where he pretended to be one of my favourite cartoon characters, we played this game many times a day every day, it made me love my daddy because then I found out something new, all grown ups are not the same and some love me.
I dont think my mum loved me, well not like my dad did. When I was five I would sit with my dad and my mum and sister would be sitting on the other couch, they would say cruel things to my dad and my dad would ask them not to do it in front of me, I would get angry with them and would go over and slap them and tell them not to say things about my dad because he is a good man.
I remember when my dad was on an oil rig my mum started crying because a famous lady had been killed by a bad man, I asked my mum if men were bad to women, you see I asked this because my dad didnt even smack my bottom when I was naughty, he said you shouldnt have to smack children, I like his way best.
Before my dad got back from the oilrig my mum left the house with me, we stayed at mums brothers house, I didnt like it there, they were cruel to me because they said lots of bad things about my dad in front of me, they also told me lies, I know this because my oldest sister whispered to me that my dad was at home when they said he was away.
I didnt see my dad for forty days, I was very unhappy but I knew my dad loved me. When I did see him it was only for two hours and it had to be supervised. We played the game that made me love my daddy and I asked my dad to read me a story he had read to me before, it was called theBluebird and it was about a little princess who was taken away and put in a tower by her wicked stepmother and stepsisters.
The next time I saw my dad for two hours I didnt want to leave my dad and I ran under the table and said I was staying with my dad I was crying and angry, my sister tried to pull me from under the table because she said dad would get into trouble. I stopped crying when I saw my dad on his knees crying and I went over to cuddle him to make him better.
My mum wouldnt let me and dad be together so I think
my dad asked his solicitor if she could fix this, it took a long time but we managed to get more time together. When I went to my dads I was sometimes angry at him because I thought he was telling me lies like they were, but he wasnt, he said there are some things that I will tell you when you are a big girl. He noticed that I was frightened of insects so he began to teach me all about them, their beauty and how they were very importance to the world and when we went out into the field near our house we caught spiders and other insects and let them crawl on our hands, I am not frightened of insects anymore because I love them, there are some though that I dont like. I was the only one in my class that let four stick insects crawl over my arms, my daddy was so proud of me but not when I took slugs and things into the house. My dad always teaches me about nature and other things and he says we have to be kind to nature, I even cuddled a tree because my dad says that the trees love us, he said I should not let other people see me cuddling a tree because they dont know how much the trees love us.
My dad loved the field near our house and one day I helped my dad pick up litter from a special place in the woods, he would not let me pick up the broken glass though, I never drop litter because my dad says to put it into my pocket and he will take care of it. One day my dad got angry at boys and girls who were breaking the trees so he told them off, they wouldnt stop so me and dad went home and got his camera to take photos, when he did he told the children that he would take them to the police and their headmaster,
The Bluebird --continued
They then stopped.
One time after I stayed the night at my dads I didnt want to go home so I phoned my mum to ask for more time with him, I started arguing with my mum when she said no, I was very angry with my mum and I love my dad but nobody asks me what I want so I ran outside and tied myself up to my dogs rope and told my dad that I wasnt going back to them, my dad phoned someone and then came outside and asked me if I wanted to stay another night, I was very happy when I said yes. I think my dad got into trouble for this but not too much, maybe someone did listen to me after all.
I once told my dad that I thought he was the best daddy in the world and he said there must be better dads, my friend who was standing beside me said that she thought he was the best daddy in the world as well.
When our dog died we were very sad but my dad and I laugh about our dog now and the things he did, he was famous because when my dad was away mum didnt care too much if he ran away. My dad asked me to pick a star for him and when I look at that star it makes me happy. He would pull me in the sledge and dad said he could pull mum, he even had the children lined up in the street so my dog could pull them. He was the friendliest dog ever.
I am so happy when I go to my dads every time I am on holiday, I think my older sister will be coming with me in the easter holidays. I told my dad that some of my family call me a brat and he asked me if my teachers or his family and friends called me a brat, I said no, he said that is because you are not, they all think you are a lovely child and anyone calling you a brat are the brats because adults are supposed to be kind to children. I think they call me that because I love my daddy. They are being nicer to me now, I think because they know they cant stop me loving my dad.
My dad says there are lots of good daddies like him,
I just hope their children are being listened to.
