CONFESSIONS OF A GIRL WITH DADDY ISSUES

My parents separated when I was four and my dad moved interstate. Growing up, I saw him a couple of times a year. My sisters and I would wait by the front door with so much excitement when mum said, "He'll be here in the morning" only to be disappointed when we realised he wasn't going to show up. I would watch my mum hurt for us every time she would have to be the one to say "he's not coming".