Fatherlessness
I have been fatherless for 19 years. I used to say to myself “I don’t have daddy issues.” I used to be one of those happy kids in the park, playing with their fathers, without a thought that everything would change. We were the happiest family, just my father, mother and I. But everything soon changed. My father left my mother and I when I was seven, he just walked out of our lives with no explanation.
The chime of my doorbell awakens me. “Brooklyn open this door! You need to get out of your apartment, you haven’t seen the sun in months.” My mother shouted. I reluctantly drag my heaving body out of the bed that I haven’t left for days to open the door for her. She is yelling at me, but all I can hear are the sounds of cars tooting at each other out side my window. I know what she is saying but I don't want to listen. She always does this. She goes on and on about how she thinks I am depressed, that I need to go out and meet men and then, she brings up my father. He is the one person in this world that I truly loathe and despise. My heart rate speeds up and I feel fury inside whenever his name is mentioned. …show more content…
The fresh air and warm sun clears the thought of my father. As we are walking along the busy streets she continues to chat about how I succeed to turn away every man who ever shows interest in
I have been fatherless for 19 years. I used to say to myself “I don’t have daddy issues.” I used to be one of those happy kids in the park, playing with their fathers, without a thought that everything would change. We were the happiest family, just my father, mother and I. But everything soon changed. My father left my mother and I when I was seven, he just walked out of our lives with no explanation.
The chime of my doorbell awakens me. “Brooklyn open this door! You need to get out of your apartment, you haven’t seen the sun in months.” My mother shouted. I reluctantly drag my heaving body out of the bed that I haven’t left for days to open the door for her. She is yelling at me, but all I can hear are the sounds of cars tooting at each other out side my window. I know what she is saying but I don't want to listen. She always does this. She goes on and on about how she thinks I am depressed, that I need to go out and meet men and then, she brings up my father. He is the one person in this world that I truly loathe and despise. My heart rate speeds up and I feel fury inside whenever his name is mentioned. …show more content…
The fresh air and warm sun clears the thought of my father. As we are walking along the busy streets she continues to chat about how I succeed to turn away every man who ever shows interest in