Parts of my heart think already that Daddy is the bad man. But my other part doesn't wanna believe it. He's my Daddy. I'm his Mella Moo. Daddy loves me. He does all the things he can the best ways he can. I know he does. But I can hear them sometimes, at night. Her crying all low and soft, begging him to stop. To leave her be. Begging him to not hurt her anymore.
