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 🙂