I was always a daddy’s girl. 👧🏻💕 From the piggyback rides to our secret handshake, I was convinced that no one in the world could love me the way my dad did. He was my hero, my protector, and the one person who made me feel like I was the center of the universe. 🌎✨ Then, life changed. 💔 My parents separated, and suddenly, my universe cracked in half. The house felt quieter, our family traditions shifted. It was hard, but I told myself that as long as I had my dad, I’d be okay. But then, he had them. New siblings. 👶🏻🧒🏻 A new family. A whole new life I wasn’t a part of. No one really prepares you for the emotional rollercoaster of your parent moving on. 🎢 At first, I told myself it didn’t matter. I was his firstborn. His eldest daughter. That had to mean something, right? But then came the first birthday he missed because he was with them. 🎂❌ The first time he posted about being proud of them. The first time I saw him hold them the way he used to hold me. 💔 I won’t lie—...
Personal and Literary Musings