Dealing with Broken Trust

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Lillian. I know when I say you're my daughter, you just think some stupid fake adoptive thing. I adopted you once I heard how your family was. I took you under my wing. You're always on my mind, "is she okay?" "Is she safe?" "Has she eaten, drunk, slept?" Always. Subconscious as well. I asked you a question, and you answered truthfully. The truth doesn't break my trust. I will never hate you; you mean the world to me, and I treasure what you've given me. I really do care for you like a daughter. I would die in place of you, I would kill to keep you safe. You are my light, you are my daughter, and I love you.