Moving in with Daddy
A long time ago, when I was just a little girl, I knew this man. He was great. He was always very nice to me, he loved having me around, and I loved having him there too. My Mom though, she did not like him very much. He was tall, dark, and handsome, pretty much what every girl wants. He had a great sense of humor, loved to laugh, and he knew how to have fun. I loved my Daddy. I am Joanna, but people just call me Jo. I am a good mix of both my mother and father. I have his dark hair and eyes,...