Dear dad.

I’ve never understood why you hate me so much but love my siblings. I don’t understand how you can call my sister your daughter but not me. I’m blood, she’s not. I know blood shouldn’t matter but she doesn’t want you to love her. I do. I don’t understand how you can come to the house and talk to everyone of my siblings except me. I don’t know how you can refer to me as “her”. I don’t understand how the man who I’m never supposed to get hurt by ends up being the one I’m hurt most by. I don’t understand how you can let me be the only one in my year to not do the father/daughter dance and have to sit out because you don’t love me. I don’t understand how at seventeen years old Ive given up on the concept of love. I just want you to acknowledge me, to love me, to support me. What did I do to have you hate me so much?

Sincerely,

The daughter you forgot about.