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"G O D   i s   a   f a t h e r   t o   t h e   f a t h e r l e s s. . ."
~ p s a l m   6 8 : 5
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When you're without a father you become susceptible to insecurities and hardship within relationships. Even though I've known that, I never knew how hard it could be.

Staring in the mirror for too long made me sick. It made me angry.
I could see my father in my eyes.
They were his eyes.

"Who are you? Who. Are. YOU?"
The voice wouldn't stop. It seemed to become more intense each time it spoke. It rattled my brain, shook my core.

I finally turned away, leaning my back against the porcelain sink. And with bloodshot eyes, I stared at the tiled floor and I was pulled into a tornado of thoughts.

How could I answer this question?

I am the daughter of sorrow, the epitome of pain everyone wishes they didn't feel.
I am fear.
I am lost.
I am broken.

With a heavy breath, I suddenly feel calm. Fog is lifting and numbness in my body has gone away...

I tend to forget the truth about myself. About who I come from. For I am the daughter of a strong mother, and a loving God.
I have never been alone.

Yes...
I've suffered without you, father, but I don't need you.

God is my Father.
I've survived without you.
These eyes are mine. This life I have claimed, without you.

I am moving on without you.

Who am I?

I am the daughter you missed out on,
and that was your loss—
not mine.