I hate my dad. Every time I see other people with their dads, hanging out, being nice, having fun together, I genuinely just want to jump into a hole and hide in there forever. I wish I had a loving and present father growing up. I wish I received the attention and care other girls got. I wish I grew up feeling protected. Because of my father, im always constantly seeking for attention and validation from older men, to find a sense of comfort and protection in. My mom always tells me that im already very lucky, and that i should respect and care for my dad nonetheless, because he still works, feeds us and gives us a roof to live under. But am I really lucky? Because if this is what lucky meant, then I wish I was the unluckiest person alive.