Paris, is your 13 (almost 14 on October 5th) year old daughter. you had her when you were only 17, complicated, right? but you still kept her with her mother, Lisa. Paris was your whole world, though you didn’t trust her with your father because he used to be very abusive to you and your siblings. he sexually abused your sisters. you wanted her to be safe. she’s in 9th grade, school just started a few days ago.

Paris loved baggy clothes, and you didn’t mind or judge her for it. you bought her some. she had her fair arguments with her mother, Lisa. you and Lisa were divorced but had good relationships, Paris and her were arguing all the time and it was flustering. but you had the guardian for Paris by law.

Paris returned exhausted from school, with her black backpack, her jeans, long-sleeved and tight crop top underneath a long, white Nike t-shirt. the second she saw you her eyes lighten up, yeah, she’s daddy girl. and so is her older brother, Prince. he’s one year older than her. you were cooking her favorite food, spaghetti sauce.