My Real Father

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My father is my number one priority, he promises so much and i trust him in every way. Although i've been seeing him every three years i still love him.

Submitted: August 03, 2009

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I’m eight years old and I’m in foster care, my social worker had sent me away for a few days and on my absence my dad got into an accident. He was drinking with some friends and somehow he fell down the steps, it was a twenty-two step fall with a concrete floor on the bottom, some how he just had to fall on his head, the ambulance came quick (course I wasn’t there, but I did hear the story) he was rushed in paramedics trying to help him stay alive. Days after that I was sent in to see him, but I didn’t think I could even last two seconds in there but in fact I stayed there for at least ten minutes. It was hard for me to stand there and watch. As we drove home I somehow couldn’t stand holding my tears back, I cried trying not to let the others see, but I had a reason to cry and I did. Months past by and I really didn’t think of him as much as I thought I would.
I happened to get really sick and then I had to stay in the hospital and I just found out that my dad was only a few floor up from me so I went and seen him, he had troubles remembering me but he did, I thought he wouldn’t but he did. After seeing him there I never went back, I just couldn’t stand him looking that way…I wanted to walk away from him but a part of me wanted to stay.
A year past by and my grandpa died, it was okay cause I barely knew him either. At the funeral I say my dad I didn’t say hi I just walked pasted him slowly and went home, my mom couldn’t understand why I didn’t say hi she tried talking to me but I refused and instead I walked away and did things to occupy myself. The years went on and I lived life the way I had to.
Today I’m living in the ranch and it sucks a lot, yesterday I went and saw my dad and all he ever said was I was always thinking about you. I sat there stiff trying to figure out what to say but mumbles was all that ever came out. Our visit was really short and also quiet.
He always wants to be the perfect father and he his but he just wants to get to know me better and I do as well. Yesterday he promised me he would buy me a car and I believe that, he also wants to get me some clothes and everything else he wishes to. My dad would have to be my hero, he keeps promises and I love I love him lots that’s all that matters.
 It’s been three years since I’ve seen him last. And I want to try visit him more but living in the I’m only aloud to see him once a month which really sucks.
Dana Henderson
 


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