No matter how many times she wakes me up crying, I still love her. It's alright, I'll still change her diaper or feed her and kiss her. I'll still love her.
No matter how many times she asks me to tie her shoes, I still love her. It's alright, I'll put a double knot or buy her strapped shoes. I'll still love her.
No matter how many times she stains her clothing, I still love her. It's alright, I'll try to get the stain out, and if that doesn't work, I'll just buy her a new one. I'll still love her.
No matter how many times she asks me to read her the same passage, I still love her. It's alright, because she's trying to understand literature far past her age range. I'll still love her.
No matter how many times she throws her vegetables on the floor, I still love her. It's alright, I'll just clean them up and give her only half of her dessert. I'll still love her.
It doesn't matter how many times she runs past me to her mother. It's alright, I'll just put the groceries away and wait for my hug. I'll still love her.
It doesn't matter how many times she takes her mother's side of the argument. It's alright, she doesn't understand, it's better for her to be ignorant. I'll still love her.
It doesn't matter how many times she blames me for her mother's departure. It's alright, I believe her, but I'll beg for forgiveness anyhow. I'll still love her.
It doesn't matter how many times she screams at me, yells at me. It's alright. I deserve it. I still love her.
She tells me she hates me.
She doesn't love me.
I'm not her father.
She's glad her mother left me.
I'm an old pervert.
She'll best me.
It doesn't matter how many times she breaks my heart. It's alright. I'll still tell her I love her.
