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| A Fathers Love |
By:
Lisa Post |
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| My father and I were not close to say the least. At the tender age of seven I went from a family of four, a mother, father, brother and me, to a family of two , mother and me. My father left taking my brother with him to pursue a life on the road working in the carnival. This was what my father had been doing since he was 14. When he got with my mother they went on the road together. My mother had seven children, most were grown and on their own except my brother who was nine. My father had nine children. Both of my parents were pushing forty when the met. I was their only child that they had together. I grew up on the carnivals. A life of luxury for a child. All the cotton candy and free rides I wanted. I also had learned an exquiste vocabulary. I knew more curse words then a drunken sailor. But on the carnival that was thought to be a cute thing. By the time I was four I could run most of the games out there. Then I had to go to school. So my adventureous life ended. My parents tried to settle down, but dad just couldn't stay put. He liked the freedom of going where ever he wanted whenever he wanted to. He also liked to have more then one woman, he hated being tied down. So he left. For me it was tough not having my dad. I got visits from him maybe every other year. But I really didn't know him anymore. He even brought my little brother once to see me. He had five younger children with another woman. I kind of felt sad for them knowing how my dad was. I just wondered when he would get tired of them. When I was 17 my mother died of cancer. For ten years it was only her and me and now it was just me. Oh yeah i had seven sisters and brothers on her side but none of them really excepted me and my dads older kids hated me. So I was alone. The black sheep of the family as people would say. So I took a big leap and moved with my mom's oldest son, my brother. I had seen him maybe six times my whole life. But I needed someplace to go. Life was so different. I had to get a job to take care of myself. Through all of this I never once talked to my father. I figured he was busy with his new kids to want me, Two years later i got myself pregnant and my brother kicked me out. I had nowhere to go. As a last resort i called my dad. To my surprise he picked me up the next day. Him and his girlfriend and their five kids. I thought it was going to horrible to be with them but it wasn't. I loved them all, and eventually I even called his girlfriend, mom. My father was not a great father but he was a good dad. From the day he picked me up until two years ago when he died he was there for me every single day. I will always love him for that. |
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