12:00 pm. M-TH
Getting What I Want!
Where is my mother? Why isn’t my mother in this room where she belongs, which is with me? Waah, waah, I want to see my mother! I don’t like being here with you! These were the sounds of a kindergartner in a state of shock when she found herself alone with a man who claimed to be her father. If you really want to know the truth, it was me. My cry of insanity happened on many different occasions, but why? At least, I didn’t have to face the trials that other children have to face when their parents are going through a divorce. My parents were never married. I was a child that was born out of wedlock, but I was fortunate to receive love and nourishment from both of my parents.
I was born on November 3, 1989 in Altus, Ok to a nineteen-year-old mother out of wedlock. My mother and I have shared close bond ever since that day. My father didn’t set sight on me until a year later. We haven’t had the best of father-daughter relationships because of that fact, but he has raised me to be great young lady.
To make up for the lost time and show that he cared he tried on numerous occasions to drive from Dallas, TX and spend time with me. Sometimes he even attempted to take me back to Dallas and spend time with his wife. At the time, I was not allowing it to be done, profusely denying him the right to be involved in his child’s life. My feelings toward him were extremely bitter and they showed no respect for him. Also, I loved my mother too much to be away from her and that one-year of separation from my father drastically changed my thoughts toward him. When he finally showed his face to me all I saw was a stranger. Was I being selfish? My mind was constantly telling me, "No."
Displays of my grief had been showed on numerous occasions. After being told the story a few times, my mother took me to visit my father at a hotel one weekend on the beach. At this particular moment my mother...