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"Where is daddy?" I asked, walking into the kitchen.
"He is taking his shower. Do you want to see him?" She asked, and I shook my head. Although I wanted to, I didn't want to say it so it wouldn't sound like I was being too clingy.
He didn't come along today when mom picked me up from school and it made me sad. I know I shouldn't be so clingy, but it still feels like a dream knowing I have a father.
"Do you know why daddy didn't join you to pick me up today?" I asked, peering at mum and she nodded.
"He had to help me fix something in the movie room." Mom answered. I know most people might find it weird that I call him Mum, but I've always called him mama since I could remember. I was confused when I began to understand the difference between boys and girls, because I could
