Dad hates me with a passion, I am gobby to Mum, yeah I admit I am but she still tells me off and we row over it, have a few tears and kiss and make up but I think there is something more. I am not Daddy's daughter not really. Since he woke up last year he hasn't like me, I am not Grace, Kris, Colin or Joe, I am just an attachment to Mum that has to be tolerated. When Daddy had heart surgery the piece of him that loved me as his own little girl fell out and wasn't ever put back.
I have heard him telling Mum he doesn't like me and he doesn't want to try to change that.
Part of me is angry, I sat by his bedside frightened to death I would lose my Daddy wishing I could do something to help, tryng to keep things going at home so Mum could stay with him and he would never be alone. The animals were all cared for, I did my work experience, kept my job, the house was clean and I even walked away with top grades at college, I tried my hardest Daddy because I thought that is what you would want but the truth is I am not your little girl, I am nothing just a spoilt little brat how doesn't deserve to breath. I could never live up to the Finlay name