My father was in prison, for what I still don't know. He was a kind man and a gentle soul. He wasn't a good husband I remember from the earliest age of a red headed woman who wore to much makeup coming into our home while my mother was at work. They headed to the bedroom and I could sense something was off, when I tried to follow I was pushed out, I remember for some reason I was scared but I didn't cry that would have woke up my little brother Jeremy. I sat on the couch holding my brother staying wide awake til my mom got home. the lady with the scarlet red hair hadn't left
A year later we moved in with my nana while mom worked hard to save money for a new house. She didn't want the one that dad stayed at to many painful memories I suppose. one night while every one was asleep I went to Jeremys's crib. He doesn't remember. I ask him do you want to see daddy. And he shook his head excitedly but being so small I couldn't get Jeremy out of the crib...I wish now that I tried harder he doesn't remember Billy like I do. I ran to the front door sneakily unlocking it before heading out without shutting it scurrying across the road to my dads house.I was getting quiet scared.it was so dark outside as I banged on the door with all my tiny strength. he answered with a soft smile,Happy to see me he lets me in and holds me as we lay in the living room watching tv. I saw the screen door open from across the road. My papa David was coming out of the house. he was furious and I knew I was in trouble for running away I don't remember what was said for sleep over came me all I could tell you was that my father told papa that I was safe here with him
a few years later Jeremy's and mines birthday was coming up I know what you are thinking sam and I are a year and three days apart. Im the oldest. my father came in with books for me and an action figure for Jeremy. While bubu was playing with the toy I followed father and mom into the kitchen she made him a cup of black coffee and started talking before they noticed I was there.He patted my head and I asked him for a sip. He smiles before taking a long drink with a big sigh at the end. I thought it was cool and tried to copy him when he let me have a sip it was so bitter I spit it back in the cup then we both started laughing
I remember when he bought a used car ,an ugly brown Lincoln. Smiling so bright as he takes Jeremy and I to get ice-cream from Sonic. I got a sonic blast ,Jeremy got an ice-cream cone. He couldn't seem to get any in his mouth while mine refused to go up my straw. Daddy he kissed my forehead and patted Jeremys knee
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Dear Billy
Non-FictionMost of my readers don't know but I lost my father at a young age very suddenly. it affected me my whole life and I still cry about it to this day I remember every moment I was with him. when he was in jail I would write him occasionally when someth...
