Claire loved her daddy so much. She was 12 when her mother had died and
she took it upon herself to look after him through his grief. She would busy
herself cleaning the house, making meals and mothering her younger brother
and sister. In the evenings she would sit on his lap and cuddle him close.
In her eyes he was a hero,32, tall and handsome, a strong and quiet man. She
would look into his pale blue eyes and see his undying love for her, and
everything was ok.
At night she would often wake up and creep into his bed, she pressed
her body against his and he woul...
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