In the rusty Chevy, we drove down the street. He was talking to me about the importance of life. I was so small I had to try to actually look out the windshield. I glanced up and saw the one person I wanted to see. Brian, my mom’s boyfriend, was still talking when I screamed, “DAD!?” He looked at me and started to get teary eyed. He had thought I was calling him dad. That was a funny thought. I mean I have only known who my biological father was for about the last two years and in that time period I have known Brian too. I had never imagined calling that man father when I already had two. …show more content…
I did not think I needed three dads. I have one more dad than most already; I do not need two extras. Larry was always my dad and always will be, that is not ever going to change; he is the man who raised me and was always there when I needed him. Andrew, I learned was my father because my nana wanted to show me who my real father was. Brian was just my mother’s boyfriend. He had no significances in my life. That may be rude but I’m only ten and already have two