I love my papa. He always tells me that he loves me. He holds me tightly every night when I sleep with him. He gives me a kiss every morning when we wake up.
Sometimes he'll touch me in funny places that make me all tingly but papa says that it's his way to show his love, so I let him.
Today, as papa and I were walking home from the store, some man saw me giving papa a kiss on the lips.
He walked over to me as papa picked up his phone, talking to someone really quietly in the corner of the block.
The man asked me if I was alright at home but stopped shortly as he noticed the cuts on my arms and rope marks on my legs.
He quickly picked me up and took me away, saying something about getting me help. He said he'll be the one to love me instead of papa from now on.
Once we got inside a house, I asked him that if he loved me then he should show me by doing things that papa did. He kept telling me no again and again. He doesn't love me.
He just wants to take me away from papa. One night, when I was sure the man was asleep, I left. I ran back home to my papa, who seemed so worried. He was surrounded by a lot of men.
I was scared but papa said that it was going to be okay, they were just going to show their love too. That's okay I thought, as papa takes off my shirt and gives me a kiss.
I love my papa.