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| I watched the pain in her eyes as she told the story. Someone else who felt the same thing I did I guess you could say. I always felt like everyone just saw there siblings as well...Siblings! I basically saw them as my own children! Not in a creepy way where they called me dad and everything! But I think she got the point. Standing up I walked over to her side of the bed and not knowing if this would work I wrapped my arms around her and feeling her like she was a person I pulled her into my side. I comforted her by dragging my hands threw her hair. "She's in a better place now...Now she doesn't have to ever worry about her father again." Tears in my own eyes as I recalled some of the memories with my drunken father. Telling the kids to hide in my bed room as he threw beer bottles as me and they broke on bare skin and tore it. But I never backed down, screaming back at him as he tried to hit them but I always took the punches. Who could tell we had a fight the night I took them. My lip was busted and I had a large burn going up my arm where he pushed me against the hot stove. |