I remember walking through
Wal-Mart. I would see kids along with their dads and the kid’s faces would be full
of joy. They just did not know that what they had in front of them was the one
thing I lack the most, a father.
My childhood years were my worst
years. Every school event that I went to, I was always alone. My mom couldn’t
come see me because she had to work late to make up for the lacking father.
I remember the night I performed
at the school play in 5th grade. At the end of the play, the crew
stood still, admiring the cheer from the crowd while smiling and looking back
at their mom and dad. I in the other hand, had to walk home with tears running
down from my cheeks because I had no one there to admire the hard work I had
put into the play.
I don’t know why I let it get to
me. Some people can go on with their lives without ever meeting their father. It’s
been ten years since I’ve seen my father and the years that I did see him, he
wasn’t there much, if at all. I feel like a part of me is missing, a part of me
that only he can fill.