my dad...well to fully understand it all I'll have to start from the top. as far back as i can remember i would lie awake at night thinking about my dad. "where is he?, how is he doing?, does he ever try to call on my birthday?... i would lay there crying myself to sleep thinking that i was the reason he wasn't there. i just knew i had done something before i can remember to make him not want me.
later in my life... the phone rings...i answer in a casual way. the person on the line asks for me. in surge of joy tears pour from my eyes as i find that my dad, my hero, has call to talk to me! to give me a second chance, or so i thought...
6 weeks later...
now I'm living with my dad, everything is wonderful. nothing in the world could make me happier. Evan though we didn't have much money he had found a way to buy me a guitar. i never would leave that thing alone, i would carry it everywhere. everything was great. everything was perfect...
1 year later...
I'm almost 14 now. I'm still living with my dad, but in my age i start seeing things just not right. we worked together, so i know how much cash is coming in the house. we should have been burning money just to see what color different bills burned, but we were still in the same house, no car, little food, and amazingly still broke. why? where is all our money going?
i came home from school one day, looking for my guitar. after searching everywhere i go to my dad. a few weeks later...
every thing has disappeared, the TV, beds, ELECTRICITY, WATER!
everything was gone, and i knew where it was, but i wouldn't except it... would he do this to me? my hero?....yes...he would and he did....
everything i owned, Evan the guitar he had...stolen for me. he sold it all for crack!
my dad, how did i ever love him....
yasha312 · Sat Jan 21, 2006 @ 12:24am · 0 Comments
