The phoenix must burn to emerge.” – Janet Fitch
As a child in her early adolescent years to witness fights and arguments between my parents since I could walk on my two feet and wondering why don’t I live with my father as my other classmates do, Why doesn’t he pick me up from school? Why does he not attend my school functions and most importantly why do I call him my father when he doesn’t act like one can be quite traumatising for a person but alas I was a child then and yearned for my his love and care.
I remember him finally taking me to a mall and sitting with him in the car with the blind hopes of having a connection with the man I call my father, him spending time with me that one day and never again.
As I grew older and started to understand the world a little better despite the wishes of my inner child of having what the society has defined as a normal family I had to let go and be content with the love and care my mother and grandparents gave me. You can’t rewrite a person or make them love and cherish you instead be gratified with the people in your life. I failed to have his love but I am happy still, yes a father should have a salient role in a child’s life but it’s alright if he doesn’t because there are people out there who love you.
Ordinary girl 