My daddy yelled at the lady and asked her, “You don’t think I love my kid?” and, “You don’t think I’m good enough to be the kid’s dad?” and questions like that. I knew that he loved me because he was sticking up for me. We got out of that hospital very fast.
Someday I hope my eye will heal.
Next time your daddy ever hits you, tell him that you love him back even though it hurts to be loved. And you should hope that when you grow up you can get married to somebody who loves you just as much as my daddy loves me so you can have the same loving home for your kids that I have.
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