“Daddy’s Girl”

I remember when I was a little girl, you used to teach me things. I remember that you were so “into” your plants and how you’d teach me how to care for them, water them, nurture them, and respect their growth. I remember you used to hold onto my bunny and imitate different voices as I craved to hear you make those funny voices with it as if on a puppet stage. I remember you taught me about the aloe plant and how it was so vital to help heal cuts and wounds. I remember when you used to have me to read you to improve on my reading skills. I remember…

My father…the one who helped bring me into this crazy world…I was your first born and I remember how you named me…gave me an Arabic name and how you used to talk about the teachings of Islam and Allah, and how I remembered it all…

There were moments when I became rebellious as I would try to follow my own rules and then I began to discover boys and what those feelings were like. I remember that you didn’t tell me a single thing about them…those boys, but my momma did…

I remember when you and momma had those “physical” moments and you wanted me to side with you, but I couldn’t as she gave me life and pushed me into this world while I split her open and left her sore with contempt.

And eventually, you and momma decided on another, my brother. Baby boy was just like me except that he looked like you. You chose another Arabic name and the two of us were like twins, but we weren’t. I remember that you worked and then decided on a different career path…a path that led you to cosmetology and while you wanted me to follow in your footsteps, I found myself in a different world…a world that required me to hold onto a pen…and write till my heart’s content.

I remember writing my S’s backwards and then I would eventually get the hang of it…making it all right. I know that you watched me as I was your special girl…your first born…the one you loved so much. I was the splitting image of you and momma put together.

I was and am your first born…the one…daddy’s girl when there was a moment of forever…

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