Jessica POV
I have a Father.
I have a Dad.
A real Dad.
Someone who actually hugged me.
Gave me a kiss.
Told me I was beautiful.
Cried tears of happiness that he had found me.
It sounds too good to be true.
That word, when related to my dad, was bitter in my mouth. Till now, I have a real dad, one who will hold me close and make me feel special and wanted. Who said he already loved me beyond what words could say.
A feeling I never thought I would ever have, and the relief to know that the man I thought was my father wasn't, was a massive burden off my back. I feared that I would take after him and not love my boys and treat them as they deserved. But now knowing that he was not my dad, I am so happy. I hated thinking I was related to that scum bag.
Father, or should I say dad? I
