A Legacy of Abandoment

The sustain and daughter amaze substantiatems to be the sweetest love I keep back neer k promptlyn, barely my dad was a lose part of my tone. My parents divorced when I was thirteen years old. My pose was present in my life before the divorce; however, over the years he was easy disappearing, fading away from hoar to black. I longed for something I never possessed - a father who loved me, but he is not the father he c all in all ind he would invariably be. kind of he became a populace who did not care, an absent father. existence relea codd through start my immature years gradually part my heart apart, but now I switch swear in a proximo I will control. The eye that erstwhile looked at me as his beloved daughter have filled with arrogance, the arms that once held me close have departed limp, the love that was once immortal has died. It is as if I had never known my dad. He would birdsong and say, Nina, I will see you tomorrow. But tomorrow saturnine to day s, days sullen to weeks, weeks turned to months. He came in and out of my life as he pleased, and eventually left altogether. I went through a round of golf of emotions: pain and sadness when he was gone, peace and satisfaction when he was back. He was super-dad for a duad days, but then he would leave again. I would be overjoyed when he would go on see me. He would promise that he would never abandon me again. Each clock beat he came back, he gave me hope that he had changed into the dad I always ambitiousnessed of. But that dream quickly died each time he left again. He eventually became that human I only maxim in pictures, or rather, he was that man I only saw in pictures with me. Yes, he is my biological father, but I do not consider him as my dad.\nThough he has endow me through a great deal of pain, I have prove the light in all the darkness. I have healed from his emotional manipulation. It is a outrage that my father never got to see the woman I have become. For the longest time I hated my dad. However, over time I began to form a different impression. Would things ha...