Fantasy father and his lost daughter
He would help her to feel better when she was in the middle school. He would teach her not to be scared of her teacher whose yelling every day. He would buy her nice clothes so that she'd feel beautiful. He would take her to London, every summer, just like she wanted. He would tell her she is perfect. He would teach her not to be so shy. He would love her even when she gets angry sometimes. He would accept her even when some people think she's strange. He would listen to what she has to say. That's what she needed. Attention. She didn't feel good enough to be loved. She felt she's a bad person. She got so angry, every other day. And then ran away. She needed someone to stop her, to take her in his arms and hold her until she calms down. She needed to feel protected and loved no matter what.
He would help her how to become part of her class, how to react, how to speak to the others. The moment she entered the building, she couldn't speak. She didn't know what to tell. She felt like she's not good enough to have friends, like she doesn't have anything to give to them. How come nobody ever noticed? How come nobody ever noticed she is always alone? She tried so hard, maybe too hard. But she was only 14. She couldn't do it without any help, she couldn't help herself no matter how hard she tried. She felt unloved in her family, she felt hated at school and she didn't have anyone to tell. She kept everything inside. So she created him, a fantasy of a father who would listen. Who would be proud on her. Because she was great. She just didn't know that, because there was no one to tell her. She was a great student, she was a beautiful young woman, she had many many dreams... She should be confident and happy about herself. And he would tell her that and she'd believe him. She needed someone who would tell her. She needed that one person, only one person that would believe in her, one person she could lean on to and tell him that she's scared and insecure. One person to notice her. Just one.
He would help her how to become part of her class, how to react, how to speak to the others. The moment she entered the building, she couldn't speak. She didn't know what to tell. She felt like she's not good enough to have friends, like she doesn't have anything to give to them. How come nobody ever noticed? How come nobody ever noticed she is always alone? She tried so hard, maybe too hard. But she was only 14. She couldn't do it without any help, she couldn't help herself no matter how hard she tried. She felt unloved in her family, she felt hated at school and she didn't have anyone to tell. She kept everything inside. So she created him, a fantasy of a father who would listen. Who would be proud on her. Because she was great. She just didn't know that, because there was no one to tell her. She was a great student, she was a beautiful young woman, she had many many dreams... She should be confident and happy about herself. And he would tell her that and she'd believe him. She needed someone who would tell her. She needed that one person, only one person that would believe in her, one person she could lean on to and tell him that she's scared and insecure. One person to notice her. Just one.
