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CHAPTER FIVE
(Title- Daddy's Little Girl)
I let a sigh escape. I'm really going to do this, aren't I? I'm going to share with him my feelings that I've kept bottled up inside me for too long, I thought to myself.
"I love you, Mary. Your story's safe with me, I promise you that," Mark said, squeezing my hands again.
"I love you, too. That's why I'm telling you this," I told him. There's no turning back, Mar, just do it.
"Okay. Here it goes. I told you about my father, right? How he had lung cancer and passed away from it a few years back?" He nodded. "Well, he'd been a heavy smoker—2 packs a day. So, his lung cancer had been developing for years. He came home from the doctors one day saying that he had stage four lung cancer and was given, at most, a year to live. My family and I expected it to happen one day, but when reality hits, it hits hard. It was like a giant smack in the face for him—all these years he'd been slowly killing himself and putting the people around him at risk, too." It wasn't until Mark began to hug me and rub my back that I noticed I had started to cry. We broke apart and he wiped my tears away, encouraging me to go on with my story.
"Since I was his only daughter and the youngest, I was 'Daddy's Little Girl.' We were so close and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for me. And I wasn't until he passed away that I realized that I needed him—or, at least, more time with him—more than anything else in the entire world. We were so close and his death really affected me in a negative way. I was so scared, Mark. I was afraid that I couldn't live without him. I started to think that life wasn't really worth living unless you're with the ones you love, and after my father's death, I became suicidal." There. I said it. I was suicidal. That wasn't so hard, now, was it? No. I can do this, I encouraged myself. Just finish the story, Mary.
I half expected Mark to get up and leave me sitting there after I told him I was suicidal, but he was better than that. He didn't even flinch. I've only known him for a short while and I already know that he will never leave me. He loves me. And knowing that is the only motivation I have to keep telling my story.
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