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Saturday, 5 January 2008
We meet in the silence of the night. Sometimes he strokes my hair. My cheek. Even my back. For how much longer will we meet this way…I don’t know. I will miss these private rendezvous but for now, no matter how much trouble they cause for me, I cherish them.
And then tonight, it happened. He called me by the wrong name.
“Da-Da”
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My mother will never let me live down to fact that my first term for her was “Other Daddy.” I would scream for Daddy over and over and when he arrived get even more upset and scream for Other Daddy.
OMG that is too funny!!!
I would use that as an excuse for Da-Da to have to get up with him at night. I hate getting up during the night. I find it so hard to get out of bed. But once I am up I could stay up with him for hours.
Um yeah — have you met your brother?? Not likely 🙂