and the bills, which meant I barely got to see much of him, let alone spend time with him. So, thank you, Grey, for that, because I would be spending time with the best man in the world. My father. Crazy the way things worked out.
My father was a very important person in my life. When I was just a few months old my mother walked out on him. Usually mothers take their children with them, but not mine. She left me behind too. She just up and left a man who had never had to care for a child on his own before. A man who had no idea what he was doing. Now that I thought about it, I felt bad for him. He must’ve given up so much for me and probably still was.
Times were tough when I was little, not because he was a bad father but because he had to work twice as hard to put a roof over our head and food in our bellies. There were times when I didn’t want to stay at the babysitter’s house because she was a mean old lady who didn’t let me do anything. I was so angry with my dad for leaving me there, but now I know why he had to. We didn’t have family where we were, no aunts, no uncles, no one to take care of me, so my dad did what he had to do. He would tell me how sometimes I used to hide every time he had to go to work. I couldn’t believe I was so afraid of that old hag.
We moved a total of five times and always to a different state because one always got tougher than the previous one as time passed. We also always had to find the cheapest place to go. I never really minded until I got older and started to make friends. Leaving them was always the hardest part.
I would always look up to my Dad because of everything he went through to keep a roof over our heads. All of that hard work eventually paid off when he was finally was able to save enough for a place of our own. No more renting or staying with other people. It was ours and just perfect for us.
As I pulled up with my old ass red Corolla to our little blue house with crabgrass and dead flowers in the front yard, I appreciated everything this man had done for me. It was because of him that I wanted to do something with my life, although I was clueless about the specifics. Because of him I wanted to graduate so he could see me walk down some type of aisle with a ‘sort of’ degree in my hands even though it would be a certificate.
I was only going to a two year community college studying for a certificate in medical assisting, nothing serious. My grades weren’t all that great in high school. I was always too worried about the people and things around me rather than schoolwork. I learned after I graduated that people could kiss my ass. I didn’t have to impress anybody. Some might’ve thought I was a bookworm or teacher’s pet, but I was the total opposite. My grades sucked, but I knew I wasn’t leaving my dad so I didn’t care about college too much back then.
He got into an accident at work about a year ago that left him disabled and unable to do his job. He almost lost his leg. So every month he receives a disability check, which helps a lot. He did everything for me, and now it was time for me to return the favor.
I picked up the red box movie I’d got at the store where I got my beer. The only beer in the fridge was Blue Moon and that shit tasted like soap. So I had to pick up some Coronas for myself. I passed my father’s pickup truck, which he only used to go to and from the hospital for his regular checkups. He had diabetes so for him to get checked regularly was a must since the man hated to listen to his doctor. I offered to drive him but he was an independent, stubborn guy that refused my offer of help. Crazy old man.
As I entered the house I took in my dad’s smell. I couldn’t really pinpoint what it was but it smelt like…home. He was my home. He was everything and I would do anything for him. If I had to give my life for him I would in a heartbeat.
“Becca, is that you?” I heard him ask. He must have been in the living room,
My father was a very important person in my life. When I was just a few months old my mother walked out on him. Usually mothers take their children with them, but not mine. She left me behind too. She just up and left a man who had never had to care for a child on his own before. A man who had no idea what he was doing. Now that I thought about it, I felt bad for him. He must’ve given up so much for me and probably still was.
Times were tough when I was little, not because he was a bad father but because he had to work twice as hard to put a roof over our head and food in our bellies. There were times when I didn’t want to stay at the babysitter’s house because she was a mean old lady who didn’t let me do anything. I was so angry with my dad for leaving me there, but now I know why he had to. We didn’t have family where we were, no aunts, no uncles, no one to take care of me, so my dad did what he had to do. He would tell me how sometimes I used to hide every time he had to go to work. I couldn’t believe I was so afraid of that old hag.
We moved a total of five times and always to a different state because one always got tougher than the previous one as time passed. We also always had to find the cheapest place to go. I never really minded until I got older and started to make friends. Leaving them was always the hardest part.
I would always look up to my Dad because of everything he went through to keep a roof over our heads. All of that hard work eventually paid off when he was finally was able to save enough for a place of our own. No more renting or staying with other people. It was ours and just perfect for us.
As I pulled up with my old ass red Corolla to our little blue house with crabgrass and dead flowers in the front yard, I appreciated everything this man had done for me. It was because of him that I wanted to do something with my life, although I was clueless about the specifics. Because of him I wanted to graduate so he could see me walk down some type of aisle with a ‘sort of’ degree in my hands even though it would be a certificate.
I was only going to a two year community college studying for a certificate in medical assisting, nothing serious. My grades weren’t all that great in high school. I was always too worried about the people and things around me rather than schoolwork. I learned after I graduated that people could kiss my ass. I didn’t have to impress anybody. Some might’ve thought I was a bookworm or teacher’s pet, but I was the total opposite. My grades sucked, but I knew I wasn’t leaving my dad so I didn’t care about college too much back then.
He got into an accident at work about a year ago that left him disabled and unable to do his job. He almost lost his leg. So every month he receives a disability check, which helps a lot. He did everything for me, and now it was time for me to return the favor.
I picked up the red box movie I’d got at the store where I got my beer. The only beer in the fridge was Blue Moon and that shit tasted like soap. So I had to pick up some Coronas for myself. I passed my father’s pickup truck, which he only used to go to and from the hospital for his regular checkups. He had diabetes so for him to get checked regularly was a must since the man hated to listen to his doctor. I offered to drive him but he was an independent, stubborn guy that refused my offer of help. Crazy old man.
As I entered the house I took in my dad’s smell. I couldn’t really pinpoint what it was but it smelt like…home. He was my home. He was everything and I would do anything for him. If I had to give my life for him I would in a heartbeat.
“Becca, is that you?” I heard him ask. He must have been in the living room,
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