Growing up, the idea of a dad didn’t really exist. I was one of those children. However, I didn 't generally consider it to be an …show more content…
I had so many unanswered questions waiting for a response. Every father’s day, I would be the child who wouldn’t know who to write to. While the other kids would dearly write letters to their dads. Those times got them wonder where my own particular dad was. Figuring out that he was alive after 9 years of my existence. Meeting him was a bittersweet moment. As I got to know him, I understood that I didn 't generally require that father figure. I grew up perfectly fine. Yes, I have hated him because of all those hard situations that he put my mom into but as I’ve gotten older the reality finally shook me. He was my dad, I can’t change that. I got rid of all the hate towards my dad because that bitterness that I had resembled a toxic substance attempting to kill me. I have learned to accept that he was my father and that what was done is done and cannot be changed. I’m actually really thankful that he did all those things because if not, I wouldn 't have the life that I have right now. He is my father, and I can never change that. All those gazes that my classmate made, the loneliness of a father figure, and pain made me a stronger person, I was able to show them that my mom is my father and mother all in one. She’s a strong woman like any other man which I truly …show more content…
There were many obstacles that I had to face like every human being. These hardships were able to build me, it made me stronger. From being the child who gets stares from other kids of not having a father figure, being the topic of the neighborhood, facing the harsh reality of life, and would get teased for not knowing about the English dialect and writing to having the capacity to face challenges and standing up strong. I don’t dwell on the obstacles that I have made but instead, it persuades me to improve to become a better person and prove them wrong. I am