i was a small kid , happily going along with my life , when i was born , i was so small i couldn't breathe correctly so i was forced to have a heart monitor in my room as a child , but i started to grow and i switched to an inhaler , i was a skinny child growing up. not skinny to the point where i was classified as a stick i guess , just athletically built you know , i always that that was wrong , me being small and fragile. 3-4 , was the best part of my life at most , i started talking and talking and just talking , i talked about anything i could , everything was interesting to me. exploring and adventures was my type of thing. i found music. my best friend. the only thing i would turn too for any problem. i was rummaging through family stuff with my mom and found a picture of a mysterious man and i , i was a little suspicious. who was this man holding me and smiling wide? " who is he? " i asked only because i was curious. " that's your father honey . " she said calmly as she grabbed the picture out of my grubby hands. who was the man we we're living with? the man who loved us so dearly. the man who i called dad?!
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my 6th birthday. we decided to have a party off and on every year , i started growing. this was the beginning of my life, i thought. he appeared in the room , he was there in the decorated room , the mysterious man that was my father. i ran over to him and tugged on his shirt. he grabbed me and picked me up , i laughed and laughed. this felt right.
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" dad ! " i screamed with excitement , hugging him tightly.
" how are you? " he asked me , i was a good 9 1/2 now.
i thought i had it all together , my whole life planned out for me. well at least until middle school. i spent the weekend with him , he bought a wii and that's all we did , eat junk food and play outside. it was nice , to finally know my dad and spend time with him. until i found out he was in a religion , thats where it all went bad.
