The Influence Of My Life

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I can’t remember a time when both of my biological parents were together, I only ever saw them exchange very few words when my mom would drop me off with my dad every other weekend until I was eleven. It always seemed like my parents were in a battle of tug-o-war, and I was the rope, splitting birthdays and holidays. I didn’t really understand why my dad was signing away his parental rights when I was only eleven, but I did know that it meant he would no longer be my dad. I am not sure how or what happened to make my dad decide he no longer wanted to be a part of my life. Maybe he decided I was no longer worth the percentage of his paycheck that went to child support, or maybe it was his bitter wife who did not accept me because I was not …show more content…
I know I learned that blood is not always thicker than water and that those who choose to step into our lives make a greater impact than those who only come for a short time. I know that I will never be the same little girl who believes everything in the world is good and whole. I know that my dad has the same hair color as me; his eyelashes are the same long length as mine and his eyes will always be the same round shape. The slightest parts of him come out in me, certain mannerisms, the way I say a word, or a facial expression. Half of his blood is rushing through my body, pounding through my heart, but I was no longer worth being a part of. You can’t rearrange chromosomes or change your DNA, so how do you cut off ties you’ve had your whole life in a matter of moments, I’ll tell you. You sign on the dotted line, it is an ends to a mean for any legal binding. This is where it all ends, the “I love you’s”, the birthday parties, the bedtime stories. I remember signing the papers and sitting there as if I didn’t know where to go or what to do from here. I start to realize that I will grow up without this man by my side, and I will have to deal with all the repercussions of him signing me away. I remember a moment when my dad looked back at me, looking back at him and said quietly, “You know you can call me if you ever really need anything.” I question whether I really know …show more content…
I have always been beyond thankful that someone else thought I was worth having in his life. I cannot count how many times he was there for me when my biological father was not. If I could go back I would tell myself that we are so much more than the people who choose to step out of our lives and some people are not worth the heartbreak. I would tell myself that I was incredibly lucky to have a man who chose me as a daughter when someone else did not. The man that I am left with now as my dad is the one who shuttled me back and forth from school, who stayed home with me when I was sick, who never missed a dance performance, who gave me his last name and who never walked away. He is the one who has taught me so much more than he will ever

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