Being the girl with no dad sucks every single day. I’m good at pretending that it doesn’t bother me, but Father’s Day is always tough and it’s harder to shove the feelings away. Tomorrow, I’ll see my friends posting pictures from 2002 of their dads holding them on his shoulders and I’ll want to scream. I’ll see families hiking together and I’ll want to cry. I’ll see dads hugging their kids and I’ll wonder why I wasn’t good enough for that.