A pinky promise that you broke when that promise meant so much to me. It may not have meant a lot to you, but as young and stupid as I was, I believed you. But you lied. You betrayed me, promising me promises you always broke but swore to keep.
From childhood memories to adolescent life, in my eyes you have changed. I once thought you as the best dad in the world. But now...who are you? To you, who am I? If I asked you a few simple questions: what do I want to be when I grow up? How old was I when I lost my first tooth? What is my favorite color?...You would not know how to answer them because you don't know. They may be simple, but even the little things count, for a dad they should anyway. But now, I don't even consider you to be my dad anymore.
As brutal as this all may sound, you should have thought of your children and how they felt when you wanted to see them "so bad", but you refused to call and expected us too. Way to go dad! We really wanted to see you too! But you obviously you didn't want to see us that much. Thanks for calling.
If I ever become a somebody, "I would like to thank my mom for being my dad. She was ALWAYS there for me when I needed him most." Go ahead, feel sad. I know you do because I did too. But now I don't need you. Actually, after thinking for a very long while, I never really needed you. What good have you done for me? Tell me "happy birthday" once a year, and that being the last time hearing from you until my next birthday? Promise me that you will do something for me, and then don't? Thanks for trying to keep up.
I have often asked myself "If dad saw me now, would he recognize me, his own daughter?" But then I'd say "No, it's been too long since he hasn't seen me." But if I ever saw you again, I wouldn't recognize you either. I'm beginning to forget what you look like as well, as it has been so long since seeing you. Even the pictures of you and I are vague. "Who is that man holding me mom? That's dad?! I thought it was some stranger."
Just let it all out, it's okay to cry. I've already shed my tears for you. But I'm okay now. I missed you too. Oh, yeah, so did you children. Can't forget about them like you did. Thanks for being there for us.
(I wrote this about 4 years ago. I actually made someone cry when they read this because it reminded her of her dad. I hope some of you can relate to this in some way.)
