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The Good Daughter
The good daughter.
Who is the good daughter?
I can tell you right now that it is not the one that it is standing at her dying father's bedside, hoping that with one last plea of kindness he'll leave her some money for something.
The good daughter is not the ones that told their children for eighteen, twenty years that their grandfather was dead way before he was.
The good daughter, or child is not the son that cannot leave his house because of a medical condition.
The good daughter, she's the one in the parking lot of the hotel she lives in crying her eyes out because her father cannot talk or open his eyes.
The good daughter is the one that throughout the constant battles, the bars, the drinking, the hospital visits-- The "I'll change this time Annie, for sure"-- She still manages to say that she loves her father.
Maybe she saw this coming, the Good Daughter. Maybe she saw that her father was sadly a dead man walking. Maybe she knew that he wasn't immortal and that he wasn't perfect. But he was her daddy and that was all that mattered.
There were movies they watched, and jokes they shared. Stubbornness they shared, and times that may or may not have been real.
There were unspoken words between them. There were things that she never bothered to wonder. All she knew were the stories and things that her mother told her.
And maybe it was good that she learned from an early age that her father was not a dad, but a sperm donor at least.
But the Good Daughter never turned away from her father went she saw him face to face. She never told him how she felt about him.
She never told him that he hurt her all of those years. Even though she hated him so much for what he did to her.
But here was the Good Daughter, the one that is being told does not love her father. Even though it is because she loves him that she cannot just go to the hospital and say good-bye.
The Good Daughter cannot just go to the hospital and say good-bye to a man that she barely ever knows.
But she will.
She'll go and she will say good-bye.
And she will tell him that she loves him.
And he will die knowing that she loves him.
Because she is the good daughter.
Who is the good daughter?
I can tell you right now that it is not the one that it is standing at her dying father's bedside, hoping that with one last plea of kindness he'll leave her some money for something.
The good daughter is not the ones that told their children for eighteen, twenty years that their grandfather was dead way before he was.
The good daughter, or child is not the son that cannot leave his house because of a medical condition.
The good daughter, she's the one in the parking lot of the hotel she lives in crying her eyes out because her father cannot talk or open his eyes.
The good daughter is the one that throughout the constant battles, the bars, the drinking, the hospital visits-- The "I'll change this time Annie, for sure"-- She still manages to say that she loves her father.
Maybe she saw this coming, the Good Daughter. Maybe she saw that her father was sadly a dead man walking. Maybe she knew that he wasn't immortal and that he wasn't perfect. But he was her daddy and that was all that mattered.
There were movies they watched, and jokes they shared. Stubbornness they shared, and times that may or may not have been real.
There were unspoken words between them. There were things that she never bothered to wonder. All she knew were the stories and things that her mother told her.
And maybe it was good that she learned from an early age that her father was not a dad, but a sperm donor at least.
But the Good Daughter never turned away from her father went she saw him face to face. She never told him how she felt about him.
She never told him that he hurt her all of those years. Even though she hated him so much for what he did to her.
But here was the Good Daughter, the one that is being told does not love her father. Even though it is because she loves him that she cannot just go to the hospital and say good-bye.
The Good Daughter cannot just go to the hospital and say good-bye to a man that she barely ever knows.
But she will.
She'll go and she will say good-bye.
And she will tell him that she loves him.
And he will die knowing that she loves him.
Because she is the good daughter.
Published 29th Aug 2012
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