Pain or Just Anger Do you ever feel like something out of your control is your fault? I did for many years after my father left us. I blamed myself for being a bad daughter although I was only 6 years old. I had to cope with only having one parent who knew no other language other than Spanish. As I grew older, I always wanted to know what it would have been like if my parents were still together but hoping for and reality are two completely different things. Life didn’t really go how I had hoped for but for every obstacle there is a way past it. Certainly, not every family turns out as we would like, still it is our responsibility to make the best of it. It all happened in a rush. I was little and completely oblivious yet something didn’t
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That feeling began to fade on the day that he came to visit us and wanted to take us out. We refused, which made him furious, so he threatened to call the cops on my mom for not allowing us to go. She had no say in our decision, but in fear that he would keep his word, my brother went with him and he was gone most of the day. Once he returned, he seemed to be out of breathe for he had been running. As we questioned him, he explained that he had to run from the gate at the entrance of the trailer park which was about five minutes away from the house. At that point, all that was going through my head was he wanted to take us out, but he couldn’t bother to bring us all the way …show more content…
Many of the events that have happened I would like to forget but those memories are what pushes me to be a better person not only for myself but for my family as well. I have dreamt of what it would be like to be together, and sometimes the dreams are so realistic that, for a slight second, I believe they are. Most of my days back then consisted of blaming myself, because, deep down inside me, I believed that he left because he got tired of me being near him all the time or because he was disappointed to have me as a daughter. To this day, way down in my heart, I continue to believe that it was all my fault, although I tell myself time and time again that it’s not, the feeling continues to invade my
That feeling began to fade on the day that he came to visit us and wanted to take us out. We refused, which made him furious, so he threatened to call the cops on my mom for not allowing us to go. She had no say in our decision, but in fear that he would keep his word, my brother went with him and he was gone most of the day. Once he returned, he seemed to be out of breathe for he had been running. As we questioned him, he explained that he had to run from the gate at the entrance of the trailer park which was about five minutes away from the house. At that point, all that was going through my head was he wanted to take us out, but he couldn’t bother to bring us all the way …show more content…
Many of the events that have happened I would like to forget but those memories are what pushes me to be a better person not only for myself but for my family as well. I have dreamt of what it would be like to be together, and sometimes the dreams are so realistic that, for a slight second, I believe they are. Most of my days back then consisted of blaming myself, because, deep down inside me, I believed that he left because he got tired of me being near him all the time or because he was disappointed to have me as a daughter. To this day, way down in my heart, I continue to believe that it was all my fault, although I tell myself time and time again that it’s not, the feeling continues to invade my