Mr. Resseguie Monologue

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Since my birth, my biological father hasn’t spent much time with my brothers, sister or me. My mother had to even go to the jail after I was born to have him sign my birth certificate. My mom would always tell us that he was busy at work or visiting his family but occasionally he would send us things in the mail like letters, little knitted necklaces, he would always explain in his letters that he would be home soon and we would spend more time together. I knew this wasn't true because when he got back from wherever he was he would see us maybe once but then it was like he disappeared off the face of the planet. One day when I was five my mom and us kids were staying at my grandmas house, and we heard a knock at the door. My mom went up and …show more content…
Resseguie is ma'am?” asked the man in blue. This strange man looked a lot younger then my mom did so I thought he might have been my dad’s nephew he talked about, but then my mom told me to stay inside and escorted him out to the porch. I tried to go up to the window and press my ear to the glass but i couldn't quite make out what they were saying so I snuck up to the screen door but my mom saw me and told me to go back. I was really curious who he was so I climbed and curled up into my papa’s lap.
“Who is that man talking to mommy, is he a good guy?” I asked my papa in a shaky
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Maybe if she didn't always have to start fights with him. Maybe if when he was drunk she just stayed in her room. Then I wondered if it was my fault. Maybe if I would have been a better daughter he would have stayed and not gotten in trouble. About 5 months after that it came clear to me it wasn't my sisters or my brothers fault. It wasn't even my fault it was all his fault. I blamed my sister for nothing the whole time. My father was a hazard to have or be around. He never loved me he just made my life worse the longer I saw him. This weekend my dad got out of jail again for good behavior and he tried calling me but I won't talk to

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