Coming of Age

I was thirteen years old. My abusive alcoholic father's daughter from his first marriage just had a baby. Previously estranged, she was flying out to stay with us so he could meet his new granddaughter. My father, only ever happy at my expense, when he could be cruel to me, pranced around the house, gleefully chanting in my face, "My real daughter is coming!" Thirty years later, I am still thirteen years old...