And in the act of naming me, demonstrated that he would always look upon me from a place of joy.
I am a daughter.
I was born to a man in whose face I have known what it is to be loved without condition – even when I have chosen other than he would have chosen for me. And at the point where others would have recoiled and rejected, he held me and refused to be shamed by the person I had become.
I am my father’s daughter.
I was born to a man who raised me and claimed me for his own. He is the standard by which I gauge all others: for when I have known such worth, why would I accept less?
I am my father’s child.
I was born to a man who chose love and taught love – despite what he had witnessed in his time: and in doing so, taught me not to fear love.
I am your child.
It is an honour and a privilege to stand before the world and my God and proclaim:
“I am the daughter of Tuesday Sterlyn”.
Dedicated to: Daddi – never underestimate our love for you!
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.