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I'm looking at your picture. 
You're sitting on the couch 
                    with your sister at your side. 
The two of you are holding the new 
puppy Daddy brought home for you. 

I remember that day well. 

After the picture you and your sister 
played with Barbie dolls in your room. 
Lucky ate one of the doll heads 
                       and both of you were crying. 

I held you both and tried 
                  not to laugh. 

Your mother said it was your fault 
for leaving your dolls on the floor. 

You said you would never speak 
            to "that dog" again. 
But that night he was where 
he always was, 
         sleeping on your bed. 

What has happened to that little girl, my daughter? 
Where is the little voice that used to say "Daddy, hold me" 

We've had quite a ride together, you and I. 
You've caused me no end of frustration. 
                       No end of aggravation. 

You've gone past every point of no return you could go. 
Pushed every button I had and even some I had 
                     been unaware of until you pushed them. 

We've argued, we've yelled. We've called one 
another names and a thousand times I've told you, 
                        "I've had enough!" 

You're a fighter, my girl. 
                           As stubborn as I am. 

You're facing such a change in your life. 
Such a new beginning to a situation 
                          you cannot imagine. 

I'm afraid for you, my daughter. 
I worry even though you told me 
                          you were fine. 
I worry even though you said 
                    "Dad, chill." 

I can't "chill", honey. 

Just know that whenever you are 
                  overburdened 
you've only to say "Daddy, hold me", 
                             and I will.