Spy Sisters

My sisters have been playing detective the past couple of days. This time they found a briefcase hidden in dad's closet and they were able to crack it open. Inside they found two guns, one with seven bullets (his lucky number), several envelopes with a woman's name and an amount written outside. They also found several passbooks and checkbooks. There were cheques written out to 2 suspicious females, one Indian guy and the passbooks amounted to millions. It amazes me how much this guy is hoarding.

Oh yeah, my sister said that inside that briefcase of secrets was a letter from me when I was much younger. It said something like, "Dad, Can you please buy me more clothes for my birthday? I don't need toys anymore because I already have lots of those and I don't know where to put them anymore."

The fact that he kept that letter is sort of sweet. And I'm bewildered myself what happened between then and now for things to have gotten this way between us. I think it started when he got into politics and everyone else became more important to him than me. I mean, that's if you sift the ultimate facts from the chaff, that is. Maybe that's why I hated politics so much. Basically, it took him away from me. So yes, at one point in my life, I was daddy's girl. Then it hurt so much that I had to shut down, shun him out, stop working for his approval which never seemed like it was coming in order to preserve myself.

Then now, this. How sad.