Della, Dell, Nut, all these names define me

But do they really tell MY story?

I have a voice, but no one can hear me...

The only one that can hear me is my journal...

My story starts on October 12th 1999

The day I finally became a Harris

One small, innocent, little girl

Dad (the only dad I will ever know) so nervous

He was finally going to have a daughter

He and I have a bond, we spend all our free time together

But you want to know something?

I wont always be the little girl he saw in that quiet little girl he saw

Boyfriends, school, work, friends they will all overwhelm me everntually

Its present day, 2014

Im 16 years old

And do you know what?

Im happy.

I have an amazing boyfriend, family that loves me, a job...

The only thing in my life that sucks

Is my biological dad.

For years he has been trying to write to me

Something that when I was little, I wanted to do

Now, part of me wants to, but the other says

"Dell your going to get hurt"

Ive been hurt by friends and other people too many times

But you know what?

None of this matters to you

Your just a reader reading the story of some girl youve never met

Maybe youll know what I mean by all this

Maybe you wont

Maybe youll find the meaning behind my words

Maybe...just maybe youll finally understand

My family understands, my friends understand...

You? I dont know...

Talk to me, get to know me, and you will understand