Dear Daddy (Yes, Daddy 11)

Nobody really seems to get me and I remind myself that all I need to do is get through this last semester and I’ll be a high school graduate, and combined with my eighteen years of age that means I’m free to do what I want.



Unfortunately, my parents want me to go to college, or at least that’s what they say. But what they really mean is they want me gone. Pronto.



I love to write, draw, and more than anything, get mail. That being the case maybe this assignment for my psychology class will be a blessing in disguise.



But I made a mistake and it resulted in an inmate receiving my letter. A convicted felon.



He seems…not like I’d expect an inmate to seem. Something about him seems more genuine, caring, and tolerant than anyone in my life.



He understands me and doesn’t want to change me, and calls me his little one.



I need to do this for my school project in order to graduate, right? That’s what I’m telling myself at least, but I know that this is so much more.



Dear Daddy, come for your princess and make her your queen.