The day my dad leftI

The day my dad left

I was in a state of deinal.

I couldn't fully grasp the situation at hand.

Parents are supposed to love their children,

and want to watch them grow up.

 

But no, not my Daddy.

He ran to the other side of the world

in order to avoid seeing me.

The judgement and hurt in my eyes was too much.

 

I was a freshmen in highschool,

four years too much to ask my father to stay.

Two siblings before me,

and he stuck around for them.

 

Now I have one more sibling, 

a baby boy mothered by a young woman I would never meet.

I need my father to love him more than he ever loved me,

because then, just maybe, he'll decide to stick around. 

 

 

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