I used to feel bad for the girls who never got to meet there father. I didn’t think I would ever have to feel the way those girls did. But I do, I feel much worse than them. I knew my father... I felt his love and his pride in me. Than I never felt it again. It vanished. My father no longer was there for me when boys broke my heart or when I was sick with the flu. He no longer checked to make sure I was doing alright or to tell me he loved me. I used to feel so bad for those girls and now those girls feel bad for me.