DivorceEssay Preview: DivorceReport this essay” Dont you have a father?” a question that I had to oppose with everyday. Ever since I had developed a longing for a father, I had realized that one could not function without the presence of his father. Everyday I had to defy with all the criticisms that my own friends bestowed upon me. However, I knew that I would meet my father some day: the father that I had so longed for.
On January 19, 1994, my flight to America took off at approximately three in the morning. Outside, the sky was still dark. Stars were still shining as bright as ever. I sat in my seat patiently until the plane had landed. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from the speaker saying, ” We have arrived to Sandiego.” Quickly, I took all of my belongings and headed for the entrance. As I walked towards the entrance, my heart began to pound. My heart beat faster every second. My mom, my sister, and I began to look for my father. To get more familiar with his appearance, I took out his picture, held it tightly to my hand, and looked at it every minute and then. Suddenly, a man dressed in black suit and pants walked towards us. He looked so strange but yet somewhat familiar. I looked at my picture one more time, and there he was, my father. Strangely, I did not feel a bond between us. It seemed as if we were two different people. I was hoping to get a hug from him, but he didnt come. The father that I was longing for was somehow destroyed from my memory at that moment. He did not smile when he saw us, not even said hello.
When we got home, he did not say a word nor tried to develop a relationship with me. It seemed so strange how he kept on leaving every two weeks. While he was gone. My mom, my sister, and I had to stay home. Every night, we had to deal with the loneliness that we built inside us. We sometimes sat in our room praying and crying, hoping that my father would come home for our family to reunite. However, he never did. I soon realized what kind of person my father is. He is the father that doesnt care about neither his kids nor his family. After two weeks of loneliness, my father had come home. I was very happy, especially my mom. However, he was not. Not even a smile was shown in his face. He showed no sign of happiness when he saw us. While my mom was hanging up his clothes, she discovered a picture of him holding a baby. After that day, my family had torn apart. My mom began to cry everyday. Whenever
Somewhere I looked at my father and he was like, “You’re a bad man. Don’t take me seriously.”, I just continued to cry because I loved his so much. We were separated from his family and he didn’t want to come back to his own family. We were both afraid that the kids would leave him. At the same time, we were angry about my dad and how disappointing he looked at his work. He went out to work for us. He said that he felt sorry for the children so much. After a few days, he saw me again and told me I should write about it. It is good that I feel so much better. I started to write about it, but not because a single person would let me know about it. Instead, I told my parents and I wanted to go and meet my father at work. There are many times when I feel so much better after my father’s departure, but that is the only time I get to meet that person where he has said the words: “If I didn’t have any more children, I wouldn’t be here. Do any of you ever tell anyone about this? They will see no such thing in you, and they will tell someone about that.” I told my dads, and I didn’t mention anything about them being sad or afraid of my father for not speaking up before. I asked them why I felt that way a little. It seems because of other kids with whom I had such close-knit family, our family would always go out together regardless of how much we shared. What made us happy outside of work was having all these other people care about us so much. I don’t know that I could’ve ever told your father not to talk about this with his kids. My mom told me that it was just easier to tell her to never talk about it with you. How can you possibly feel like a little more important without being talked to by your mom? I don’t know what kind of daughter this is. It would’ve been so much better if I wanted my father to keep his smile. We didn’t have any other choice but to go back to work, and we went. This was how we were able to get to know family and just want each other.
I finally started talking to my dad and he said that maybe we should go out and work out or maybe we could go to a restaurant together in that area of town. I really hope that he can still talk about how he felt since we can still find a safe outlet in our community for other adults to find comfort in.
As you can see, this is something that I did not do for any length of time, but I do hope that your comments, and your kind thoughts, will inspire others like yourself. I know that you will be there when you are happy but we have to hope that it comes to pass. Please feel free to share your experiences in the comments below and I will use them to try and help other parents like you figure out how to cope with the feeling of loneliness. I am willing to help you but please don’t go anywhere without trying to.
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Somewhere I looked at my father and he was like, “You’re a bad man. Don’t take me seriously.”, I just continued to cry because I loved his so much. We were separated from his family and he didn’t want to come back to his own family. We were both afraid that the kids would leave him. At the same time, we were angry about my dad and how disappointing he looked at his work. He went out to work for us. He said that he felt sorry for the children so much. After a few days, he saw me again and told me I should write about it. It is good that I feel so much better. I started to write about it, but not because a single person would let me know about it. Instead, I told my parents and I wanted to go and meet my father at work. There are many times when I feel so much better after my father’s departure, but that is the only time I get to meet that person where he has said the words: “If I didn’t have any more children, I wouldn’t be here. Do any of you ever tell anyone about this? They will see no such thing in you, and they will tell someone about that.” I told my dads, and I didn’t mention anything about them being sad or afraid of my father for not speaking up before. I asked them why I felt that way a little. It seems because of other kids with whom I had such close-knit family, our family would always go out together regardless of how much we shared. What made us happy outside of work was having all these other people care about us so much. I don’t know that I could’ve ever told your father not to talk about this with his kids. My mom told me that it was just easier to tell her to never talk about it with you. How can you possibly feel like a little more important without being talked to by your mom? I don’t know what kind of daughter this is. It would’ve been so much better if I wanted my father to keep his smile. We didn’t have any other choice but to go back to work, and we went. This was how we were able to get to know family and just want each other.
I finally started talking to my dad and he said that maybe we should go out and work out or maybe we could go to a restaurant together in that area of town. I really hope that he can still talk about how he felt since we can still find a safe outlet in our community for other adults to find comfort in.
As you can see, this is something that I did not do for any length of time, but I do hope that your comments, and your kind thoughts, will inspire others like yourself. I know that you will be there when you are happy but we have to hope that it comes to pass. Please feel free to share your experiences in the comments below and I will use them to try and help other parents like you figure out how to cope with the feeling of loneliness. I am willing to help you but please don’t go anywhere without trying to.
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