Sincerely Zanobia [Book 1]

Sincerely Zanobia

Zanobia

Sitting on the cold floor I closed my eyes and put my hands together. Praying that God could hear me, that he would send a miracle my way. I hated this place just as much as it hated me.

I opened my eyes as I ended my prayer, tears ran down my face. I leaned over, pulled my box from under the bed and grabbed a notebook from in it. This one was full, I keep notebooks to document my journey and write letters to my father.

My father is my hero, he is somewhere out there.. I can feel it. Everyday I look up at the sky and wonder just what he looks like now. How he's holding up, my dad is homeless. We were homeless for a few months after my mom got tired of caring for us.

I say us because my dad has mental issues, despite that he has a heart of gold. When my mom left it was up to me to take care of him. I did my best up until we were separated, I can vividly remember the day.

Me and my dad were sitting on a park bench, he was having a moment because he had lost his favorite charm. His mother had given him a silver heart shaped charm before she passed. He was very close to his mom so that tiny piece of metal meant the world to him.

He needed it to function, most times my dads behavior could be described as child-like. So many people wondered how he could find love and become a father and I still wonder that too. But my mom loved him for him, when you get to know him he opens up. My mom had her problems too, her issues just weren't as bad as my dad's.

He never bothered anyone but that particular day a group of kids decided to bother him. I hated the fact that people looked down upon him for his mental state, they found it funny that he was acting out over his lost charm.

It hurt me so bad to see him put his head down and look away. Giving them more of a reason to pick on him. A few bystanders did what they thought was best and called police. From that day on my life has been a living hell.

I looked at my very first notebook, dated June 1, 2009. I started reading only to find myself fighting back the tears. This particular page read..

Dear daddy,

This place sucks it's nothing compared to being with you. I miss your goofy smile and the hand game you like to play, I tend to play the game with myself. Clap, three times, pat your knees six times and repeat. Do you remember when you made up that game? You were trying to cheer me up.. but instead it always cheered you up. Your smile was enough to light up the room. I hope I find you soon..

Sincerely Zanobia

I heard footsteps getting closer I closed the book and pushed the box back under the bed. I sat up straight and wiped my tears but the droplets on my shirt were clear as day.

I looked up at Mr. Daveli, he was one of the adults that were in charge of this house. He knows of my father and he despises him for his problems. I hate Mr. Daveli because he always puts me down and taunts me. He knows where my father Is, he just won't tell me.

I get scolded all the time because I cry for my dad. I am all he has, no one understands him so they cannot handle his behavior. No matter how many times he has said mean and nasty things about my dad I refuse to let him break me.

I know my dad loved me regardless of the issues he dealt with and I loved him. So many nights I go to bed wondering where he is. Five years since they took him from me.. I will find my dad if its the last thing I do..

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