Ink Stained Soul…

Daughters are not as forgiving as the women whose hearts you toy with. Observant and watchful as they grow older, words of criticism for females are noted, even when casually mentioned. The eldest daughters are often the least forgiving. Each small remark or disregard for women around her is noted in her mind. Attempts to treat her like a princess will fall flat, like cheap watered-down wine. You can love her and give her everything, but she will still see the kind of man everyone knows you to be. The kind of man who doesn’t care how you treat us. A lifetime of speaking poorly about how we speak, act, and dress. How the only thing they hear is what other women do and don’t bring to the table. They internally clocking you as not being our “daddy” but just another man because we notice the hindrance in your voice as we get older turned to woman around us. Watching you treat other women like they are only to be used for your schedule and needs under the guise of responsibility. When a daughter’s eyes and mind open to that fact, we are not daddy’s girl because we are a treasure; we are daddy’s girl because he’s afraid a man like him will deceive us, just as he has deceived another man’s daughters.