I can remember it like its was yesterday. The day last day I would see my father ever again. I was about 6 and remember how sunny it was outside, the tops of the cars where blazing hot as I could see the vapor raising up towards the sky. I was out playing baseball with the kids in the block , I remember came in for some water and noticed the door to my mothers room was closed. My parents didn’t live together so he came around often for visits. I never told her this but curiosity got the best of me that day,I needed to find out what was going on behind that closed door, I walked up to the door and press my ear to listen to what was happening. I heard just mumbling couldn’t really make out the words. I ran to the kitchen to find a glass to see if a trick I saw on T.V would work (the old turn the glass over and the mumbles will get clearer). As I came back I was startled only to find the door was now open and my mother laid on the bed facing down with her head buried on the pillow. As I got closer I realized she was crying. I jumped on the bed and got really close to her head and whisper “what’s wrong”. She quickly wiped away the tear and brushed the issue off, told me she had a bad headache. Being as innocent I was back then I rubbed her head, kiss her and went back outside to play. Little did I know that was the day my life changed completely.
Days passed and I would ask mom where my father was she would tell me he was on a business trip, since he is a doctor in his motherland It was believable. Days became months and months became years. I never heard or saw him again. I knew he had left and It was a topic I didn’t dare touch because the older I got the more I realized he was gone forever. He would send me money but that was it, no hi or conversations what so ever. I was fatherless I thought. It would make me so sad on days like father’s day when all the kids would make something for their father and I didn’t have one, I only had a grandfather who took the role of being my father figure. It made me even more sad when I would go over my best friend’s house and saw how happy her parents were. So many times I wished that could be my parents. I remember one day when I was over her house and her father kissed her on her head and hugged her tight, till this day I remember how bad I had to hold back the urge to break down and cry. I came home that day locked myself in the bathroom and cried. I never spoke to my mother about my feeling I figured I’d hurt her more if I did.
Now fast forward a few years, I grew up without a father but did have a father figure, my grandfather whom had raised 9 kids and was now helping my mother raise me. I was content to know I could turn to him for guidance. At age 15 I had my daughter and in came another amazing father figure in my life. My aunts husband. He took on the role of father figure, without him knowing I would say. He is the reason I am now glad my coward of a father walked out of my life. It was tough to not have one for so many years but if he didn’t walk away I wouldn’t of never had the chance to have the two most incredible men come to my rescue and become my father figures. So now that I’m older and understand things better I’ve realized I’m not fatherless, I’m father-full,the void that man left has now been filled with love, compassion, support, and understanding from my grandfather and most of all my uncle G. Super G if you ask me ❤ ❤