The thing about your daughter isn’t that you have to change her diapers, or deal with her stubborness, the rejection of a kiss, the constant fear that she’ll finally get a good punch into the plasma tv and kill it for good, it’s not the melodrama, nor is it that she’ll inevitably have to leave you for better men. It’s that she’s going to see you fuck up, break hearts, and cause tears. And that she’ll never forget. And that those memories will make a piece of who she is and how she loves.
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