I remember when I began preschool and I noticed everyone getting dropped off by their mom and dad and they appeared to be happy. But I didn’t have that all I had was my mom, I was content with that at first. After looking around at everyone else didn’t feel complete. Something …show more content…
At that moment I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. They started taunting me because I didn’t have a dad. They teased and poked fun at me because my father wasn’t around. Saying he doesn’t love me and all these other cruel things. I was fine on the outside as far as they could see, I couldn’t let them see me crack. It was eating me alive on the inside. I was so upset that these girls could be so mean about a situation they have no idea about. I, myself, didn’t even know the situation at the time.
As I started to get older I began to wonder. After so many years of my life no one told me why my father wasn’t around. They would only show me pictures and tell me how great of a person he was. “Oh, he just loved you so much, he would do anything for you,” my grandmother would say. I would just smile at her, but I wouldn’t want to say anything, because I didn’t know how to articulate my thoughts at the time being. But to myself I’m thinking, maybe he isn’t that great of a person because he has abandon me. Then I also started to question myself, maybe I’m not good enough for him. All sorts of negative thoughts would come to