Powerful. Emotional. Inspirational. It really did hit home for me as I am sure it did for many of you who saw this well-scripted movie. Tyler Perry really does have a way of telling a story.

Daddy’s Little Girl was about a young, black man struggling to financially provide for his three daughters who live with their maternal grandmother. This plot gets interesting when the grandmother dies and the father is left with the option of either moving his daughters into his one-bedroom apartment in Georgia or having their mother raise them with her drug dealer boyfriend. Of course he chose to move them with him but the plot twists and the evil mother gets custody of their daughters.

In the end, after many trials, he gets his children back and a new woman…..his lawyer. Nice ending to the story. It really tugged at the heart strings.

Daddy’s little girl…hmm…my mom calls me that sometimes. She has told me story after story of my younger years with daddy dearest.

Many restless nights were spent because I was and still am a night person. So he had to hold me over his shoulder and pace the room until I was sound asleep.

Bath time was always the hardest and most painful, because daddy was determined to scrub us clean. I still remember a bath time where it hurt to be in our own skin. You wouldn’t dare soil yourself or even think about using the restroom.

He was protective. We always had a doctor in the house when one of us came down with a cold or worse, the chickenpox.

Hey miss smartypants. So what if we don’t use that term anymore. I like it. I played that role for many years. Being a “B” student was never good enough, not even an A. It had to be an A+ in every subject or else.

Teenage years. I wandered away from my dad. We became estranged.

No more report cards. I was out on my own. Went from A’s and B’s to B’s and C’s and even an F.

Summer school. Boyfriends. Lots of changes.

Maturity and common sense set in. You’re the eldest, what type of example are you setting for your siblings?

Reality check! Thanks to Genius, you know who you are.

Daddy and I are friends again. Maybe a little too close…with those jokes and all.

Either way, I don’t mind being “daddy’s little girl” after all, we have a few things in common.

And besides, everyone knows that I’m the favorite daughter.