Have you ever heard the song “When you say nothing at all”. This song can relate to this post.
Our adviser in school is very… hmm, how do I put this? SCARY! and… she rarely smiles. But when we saw her smile, we acted like it was the first time we saw the light, it made us feel special.
But compare it to this. A normal teacher, who normally smiles, when she smiles to you, you’d be like, ‘Oh maybe I should smile back’ and your conscious would be ‘Like DUH!’.
My dad has called me a lot of things in my life: Megs, Meghan Beghan Ronald Reagan, and even, on occasion, mama’s baby. But, he never got around to calling me Daddy’s Little Girl, which was the one thing I wanted so desperately. Like, I wanted it more than I wanted a Barbie Dreamhouse. I wanted it more than I wanted Punky Brewster’s style. I wanted it more than I wanted my first kiss with Chris King to be seen by the entire 6th grade class. I wanted it more than I wanted a driver’s license. I even wanted it more than I wanted my first roommate and I to live a lifestyle similar to that of Laverne & Shirley. Really, I never stopped wanting it.
The only consolation to not being Daddy’s Little Girl was knowing my older sister wasn’t either. It was comforting knowing the rejection…
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