You’re not my daughter, but I would proudly call you mine.
I’m here unintentionally watching you grow and learn.
It’s beautiful. I get to participate in what was denied for me before.
A tragedy of sorts plays again, absent a father, for different reasons.
In my mind I whisper that you’re amazing, that you’re enough.
Any real Father would be so proud and overjoyed with you.
Be you, you are enough and there is nothing that you need from anyone.
Validation comes from within.
God I wish that could be taught.
You are worth more than you will ever know.
There will never be another like you.
You are valuable, priceless.
A Father could teach you this, they are so hard to find.