To the father who didn’t have to stay

Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for choosing to be my dad. You didn’t have to be and I definitely didn’t make it easy.

I was about five years old when you came into my life. Not really ever having any other father figures besides my uncle and my grandpa. My real father really screwed that one up for me. I never let people around me know how upset it really made me feel not having my dad in my life. I think that is a normal thing to be upset about, but it was always just way easier to shrug it off.

 

I would go to those daddy swim things with my cousin’s dad and other than that I would just try to put it out of my mind. Being five you don’t think you would really be able to recall how you felt, but it makes sense because you are missing a whole half of what is suppose to be there.

 

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MacKenzie Silvernail

Hey everyone! I am a married, 23 year old, mother. I come from a huge (broken) family, which I moved away from this past year. My husband needed to relocate for work, so that is what we did.  I started writing about two summers ago and it has helped with me a lot. It helps me work through things, and put things in perspective. I love input and just want to continue growing as a writer.  Twitter handle: httpstwitter.comkbeattie115 Facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/kenzie.beattie4

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