I know now that losing faith in someone isn't easy. When you are so dependent and so in awe of someone, you look up to them. No matter what they do, what people say they are perfect. This is something I thought to be true, I thought this of my father.
Othoniel Guillen, a man who loves to talk, and fix vintage cars as well as collect them. Something I never understood about his is that he's big on family. Once my father kept me up for hours bouncing from story to story, it never really had an end but it was always had a point. My father can talk for hours if you let him, I once got caught up sitting in a little brown folding chair with the cold wind constantly slapping me in the face while talking about cars with him. He always seems to have this empty look in his eyes, and his voice seems to give away the fear and sadness in his heart. I guess he just has his own demons he fights just like the rest of us, only problem is he chooses the wrong weapon to fight them with. He has 5 kids. 3 with his current girlfriend of 13 years, whom that he will never marry, and 2 with my mother, whom he still loves, myself and my little brother Gabriel. The night I left with my father for the first time in a long time I was so full of joy and excitement, I didn't care what we did or where we went as long as I was with him I was happy. We ended up in …show more content…
In effort to comfort me my mother would hug me and offer me everything in the park. There I was, front row seat to Fantasmic, with a smile on my face and my mother right beside me. It was my birthday and it wasn't the first my father had missed. Some how in all the joy there was longing and hope clouding my head and my mother knew why I wasn't all there, she somehow saw it on my face. She decided to call him, and with that all the joy and all the excitement the night had too offer was gone, whooshed away like a dandelion fuzz in the wind.
Othoniel Guillen, a man who loves to talk, and fix vintage cars as well as collect them. Something I never understood about his is that he's big on family. Once my father kept me up for hours bouncing from story to story, it never really had an end but it was always had a point. My father can talk for hours if you let him, I once got caught up sitting in a little brown folding chair with the cold wind constantly slapping me in the face while talking about cars with him. He always seems to have this empty look in his eyes, and his voice seems to give away the fear and sadness in his heart. I guess he just has his own demons he fights just like the rest of us, only problem is he chooses the wrong weapon to fight them with. He has 5 kids. 3 with his current girlfriend of 13 years, whom that he will never marry, and 2 with my mother, whom he still loves, myself and my little brother Gabriel. The night I left with my father for the first time in a long time I was so full of joy and excitement, I didn't care what we did or where we went as long as I was with him I was happy. We ended up in …show more content…
In effort to comfort me my mother would hug me and offer me everything in the park. There I was, front row seat to Fantasmic, with a smile on my face and my mother right beside me. It was my birthday and it wasn't the first my father had missed. Some how in all the joy there was longing and hope clouding my head and my mother knew why I wasn't all there, she somehow saw it on my face. She decided to call him, and with that all the joy and all the excitement the night had too offer was gone, whooshed away like a dandelion fuzz in the wind.