Stop. It was a joke to me. When you hit me it was nowhere near as hard as when Daddy would hit me. It came to the point that I wanted you to hit me instead. I used to egg you on when I knew there was trouble brewing. I much preferred it when you tried to punish me before Daddy got home. But I still just wanted you to love me. And I wanted you to stop hitting me, too. Although your slaps didn’t hit as hard, they still hit their mark. I became so tired of the slaps and punches from you. I just wanted you to stop hitting me and start loving me. I didn’t know if you ever did love me. You never showed your love for me. I was the baby you had just because you wanted to have one. I was the burden. I made the cardinal sin of taking after my father. I was not like you and for that I’ve had to pay my entire life.