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    Because You Wasn't There Daddy
    Because You Wasn't There Daddy
    Because You Wasn't There Daddy
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    Because You Wasn't There Daddy

    By Ms Dora May

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    Because You Wasnt There Daddy is the story of a little girl that should have had a Happily Ever After Ending. You will go through these chapters, seeing life through the eyes of a small child. You will find a frail little girl who turns into a strong young lady. Journey with Dora as she moves through her youth and searches for the person that God created her to be, while going through a dark, painful and ugly transition. Experience the scenery as she waits in agony for her father to return home.

    Doras story may cause you to reach back and look into some of those dark places in your own life, and reflect on how you overcame trials. She counts it a true pleasure to help you advance, through her lifes story. It is also a blessing and privilege for her to share her story with others.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateMar 28, 2014
    ISBN9781496900692
    Because You Wasn't There Daddy
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    Ms Dora May

    Ms Dora May was born in North Carolina. She is the wife to her wonderful husband and a mother of three sons. She is also a grandmother of 8 and currently a great grandmother. Ms Dora holds an Associate degree in Social Work, Bachelor of Science degree in Education and a Master’s degree in Special Education. For 30 plus years she has been a teacher, counselor and a behavioral specialist. Recently becoming an entrepreneur, she lectures with eloquence and passion, the importance of including etiquette along with hospitality as a part of everyday life. Ms Dora is a Director of Ministries. For over 15years, Ms Dora has served as an evangelist and is now a new author. Still today, the best chosen position that she upholds is her B.A. in Jesus Christ: “Born Again,” with 34 years in service. Ms Dora firmly believes that if everyone would discover that they are children of the Most High GOD, they would then know that they are Sons and Daughters of the King. Even for the rich, famous and notable, it is not enough to be a good person but you definitely need to be a chosen one of the King’s own.

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      Because You Wasn't There Daddy - Ms Dora May

      Because You Wasn’t

      There Daddy

      Ms Dora May

      Edited by Akira Bennett

      Illustrations by Jarell Wilson

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      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      © 2014 Ms Dora May. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 3/28/2014

      ISBN: 978-1-4969-0070-8 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4969-0069-2 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2014905839

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      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Dedication

      Foreword

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Dedication

      I , Ms Dora May, would like to thank Jesus and Mom who have taught me all the right morals in growing up. My mother, my guardian angel, was with me through it all. My father, on the other hand, because of his absence, I had to learn how to be strong and to conditional love him. I dedicate this book that was birthed out of me, to my dearest Mother. To my wonderful husband and my three sons, thank you for your patience in allowing me to express myself. To my god sister, thank you for listening to me when I felt no one was hearing what I was saying. Thank you for sharing your experiences about your life. I expect your story soon and always remember you are not alone. I would like to give a special thanks to my editor Ms. Akira Bennett for being a real sister in Christ. She is a new author, and has helped me to push out my first book. I would like to thank Jarell for his art work.

      I also would like to thank my enemies, those who rejected me and pushed me into handling most of my situations. I want to also thank those who have loved me and directed me to be the mature woman that I am today. If there is anyone else that I might have missed, I am taking this time to say a big thank you to you too.

      Foreword

      I wrote this book to help others that might be stuck in a situation where they may be trying to prove to some experience people that they know best. To those who know that they are not in the right place and they need to be redirected so they can step into their rightful place, I salute you to do so. For others who only think that it is just a person who is acting grown, that’s why I wrote this book to clarify one of these developments, that one can get stuck in the wrong gear with oneself.

      Until we are fully understood, not misunderstood, by using patients to allow things to process on the inside. Helps others acknowledging that it takes time to break it down, ab-ling one to receive a deserving chance to correct ones’ mistakes. Taking a stand in protecting those who are trapped in themselves and are not able to escape by themselves is why this book had to be done.

      Choosing the simplest form so that when young children read it they will be able escape from bondage from oneself. The solution: To be free in Jesus reassures that kind of true freedom.

      Chapter One

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      T his story starts with me sitting on a window sill. It was a hard cement area. Oftentimes, it was just a frame, enough to hold my bottom. There was a glass area; usually the size would be 1 to 8 inches. Sometimes the glass area was a shaded color, frosty or clear. Many of the spaces were 4 by 4’s or even larger. The seat a lot of times was my space, the space where I meditated while watching everything coming and going. This was where my thoughts wandered and where my tears were washed away; the hurt that I felt on that day and days to come was just too painful.

      There were many spaces in many places, but I only chose one in each area wherever I went. Those places never let me forget, nor did it make it easy to forgive. Still, no matter where or when the appointed time was, I would end up in that familiar place. The outcome was hurtful, painful, and difficult to repeat. It felt like a fatal story without an ending. It felt like this story of my life was stuck on replay and it kept playing over and over and over again.

      Some places were small, yet big enough to hold me and my thoughts. One of the views across the street was a firehouse, old tenement buildings with staircases with ten to twelve steps on each floor. The other views were of the pizzeria, an ice cream parlor, a jewelry store, a collection store and a bargain store. My favorite bargain store was on the other corner. Most of the times after the sun went down, the people would be gone and just a few cars would pass through the streets. My breath would end up on the windows, but it was not as bad as the tears that I oftentimes held inside. The tears flooded the glass. I didn’t want to be embarrassed about what I felt inside. The pain was indescribable and I just did not have the words to describe it as a young girl.

      I didn’t want to give up on my search. So I kept on waiting for him to arrive. I waited and I hoped in different places, but got the same feelings. The same feelings and the same pain were difficult each time to even explain. It always left my eyes with tears that I continued to hold back. I just kept it in. I could not touch it, but I could feel it. I was a little girl holding onto this place.

      While sitting on this platform in the window that I have described, I could see many different shapes and all types of people walking back and forth. Some people were carrying groceries. Others were bringing in books, carts and boxes. There were children of all ages playing in the park. Some were running and others were climbing on the monkey bars. There were school children who appeared to have been racing one another. People were going into their buildings, while others were coming out. I didn’t see any Bluebirds or Robins, but I saw Sparrows and mostly Pigeons, known as city birds. The park had swings they were going back and forth and from side to side. I heard the birds chirping. There were activities going on in everybody’s neighborhood. I had no interest in city birds, but they very often caught my eye when I was in that space. I didn’t miss a thing looking out of the window. You know, at the time that I was watching those Sparrows, the words, His eye is on the Sparrow and I know He watches me from the song; His Eye Is on the Sparrow" would come to mind. This would happen from the time that I was about four years old until I was sixteen years old.

      I went to church with my Aunt Van and with my mother and the rest of the family. They showed me their love for the LORD. However, I didn’t have a relationship with Jesus Christ. I did not know anything about GOD’s WORD. Oh! I would like to pause from this story, and say I love the LORD’s WORD, all the time. It is a guiding light and a bright, shiny star that continues to show me the way to go and lightens my heavy load in life.

      OK! Let’s get back to the story. I left off in the waiting period, waiting and waiting. From the rising of the sun, I waited for him to come, while watching the going and coming of the people: men, women, little boys, little girls and young adults. I also watched the Sparrows, Pigeons, workers and all the usual activities that happened on Saturdays. Saturdays were when most kids were playing, having their play dates, roller skating, ball playing, or just spending time with their siblings shopping or visiting friends and relatives. Some girls were taken to salons to get their nails and hair done. Some people went on weekend ski trips or to the movies. Most kids were just doing fun things, children

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