NaomiI remembered the day Rip walked into my life. I was 11 years old, dressed in a bright blue summer dress that I hated. I had a bad attitude, loathed everyone, especially my mother, and I was such an introvert, I was sure that no one knew I existed. Not even my mother most days. But from day one, Rip had. He made my life better. He made me smile. To him, I was everything. I wasn't just some loser kid that was irrelevant to him.I was Daddy’s little princess. I was the perfect little angel. I was his daughter. I was his. He never looked down on me for belonging to someone else. The minute my mother introduced us, he embraced me like I was his own. He never, not even once, treated me like a stepdaughter. He always did everything with me, even all those things that my mother should have been doing.He came to my band concerts, took me to daughter-daddy dances, and came to all of my parent-teacher conferences. When I did something, we would talk about it, and then he would give me a p
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