My Father's Girl

For as long as I can remember I have been a daddy’s girl. It’s not that I loved him more than my mom, we just clicked better. We would always hunt deer together, jam to ACDC, and munch on Chinese food. My mother and I had little to nothing in common and rarely spent quality time together. She was still my mom and I trusted her and loved her, but that all changed in the summer of 2006 when my parents divorced and she remarried. I was furious at my mother for marrying a man that I didn’t know, letting me find out the way I did, and doing it so soon after she divorced my dad.
After my parents divorced, my sister Macy and I started having to go to our mom’s parents ' house after school because my mom was working and she didn’t want dad picking us up. We couldn’t ride the …show more content…
My older sister Macy had just started middle school so she was far too cool to play with “children”. My Mawmaw Pat’s house had a storm cellar in the side of a steep hill in her backyard. She would always yell at us to not play on it because “we we’re gonna fall off and kill ourselves” but we ignored her and played on it anyway. Our favorite game to play at that time was school so we had our backpacks and books scattered across the top of the cellar. Soon we heard a car pull up, so I jumped up and saw that it was mom’s white Toyota Sequoia. She would usually come and pick us up after she got off work, but when I glanced down at my Strawberry Shortcake watch the time read 4:22. Then I knew something was wrong, mom wasn’t supposed to come get us until 5:30. Then the back door of the car opened and a little blonde headed girl that looked to be the same age as I jumped out. She was wearing a chocolate brown dress with matching pink polka dotted leggings. As soon as she spotted us a huge grin covered her face and she started sprinting towards us. When she finally got to us gasping, she said, “I’m Adrianna! I’m your new