My Father

There was only one word on my mind and it was DAD. I screamed hysterically and cried in the bathroom, screaming for my dad. Nothing was the same if he did not come to my birthday. If you had asked my mother, she would have described me as a gnat. I was constantly asking her every few minutes, when my dad was going to be there. All I ever wanted was to be in his truck, singing along with him to “Paint Me a Birmingham” like we did every other couple of months when he was around. This was our way of bonding, however as each birthday passed, I grew to look for a box in the mail full of presents instead of his presence. I began to think to myself, maybe this isn 't how a father daughter relationship should be, maybe there 's more than just being sad that I can take out of this, and then that was what opened a door to one of many lessons in life.
Growing up wasn 't the easiest without a dad. After all every little girl wants her dad, but I learned to cope with the fact that he was not always around. It was embarrassing when it was Father 's Day at school and all my friend’s dads would show, but of course not mine . I began to make up stories about how my Dad and I were best friends . In reality, however my Dad was a truck driver and wasn 't around much, so my mother raised …show more content…
The occasional shopping trips made me happy, but later in my life, I found myself empty, yearning for more than just money. I wanted a relationship with my father; someone that I could turn to. I wanted him to know the simple things such as my favorite color, or what I liked to do in my free time. My mom always said to me, "Money is not love and you know that Brittany. “ I began to see the bigger picture. Things were not picture perfect, and the decision that my dad made to not be in my life taught me a lesson. I was not sad or droopy about the circumstance, but I was appreciative that it’s gave me a wake up call in