How are you and where are you?
You remain a father in my heart but not a daddy in my life.
Your absence I have been able to deal with; At first I wondered why... Then I started to cry.
Not because I missed you, but because every one had a dad around me.
Missing birthdays, late Christmas card, Absent fathers days and so many more. Yet you never apologized.
I am supposed to love you, so I do.
But who are you? What are we? How am I your daughter and you my father when there is no bond.
Do you wish you were there for my graduation or for my first day in kindergarten?
Should I be scarred for having no father in my life or damaged for feeling neglected by you? Because I am not. I am happy and healthy. Living a good life and loving a good man.
I am content with your absence, no questions asked. No whys and what went wrong because I didn't cause it and I do not care.
Yea, mommy is fine. She is lovely and a success for making me a strong woman. None of my immoralities or shenanigans are blamed on you, you were never there so why blame you despite what Oprah or Dr Phil says, an absent parent is no excuse for failure.
When we do finally sit down, if we do. I will hold you and look in your eye to show you the tear drop I have held for years.
A Tear drop to show the pity I have for you for not giving yourself the privilege of teaching us about life and love, holding us when crossing the streets or even having children who look up to you as their hero. You took the responsibility of having us, but I guess you realized that being a good dad was too hot to handle. Regardless of all that, I love you to death.
