From a Daughter to a Father

When I was two years old,
You lifted me up on your shoulders
And called me your little princess.
When I was seven,
I cut my knee on a loose nail in my bedroom floor
And when I didn't cry, you called me a fighter.
When I was twelve,
I couldn't concentrate in school
And you called me better than that.
When I was fifteen,
I admitted I had a problem
And you called me a warrior.

When I turned eighteen four months ago,
You were next door fighting with your girlfriend
And you didn't call me.