hate is such a strong word.

My mom said something really strange to me yesterday. She asked if I missed my dad. My real dad who I haven't seen in...oh say seven years? He never calls or write, either. I answered her truthfully, 'Yes.' I don't think about him everyday but on some occasions, I do feel like I want him to be there.Today, my mother asked my little sister and I if we wanted to talk to him. My sister immediately...
August 14th, 2009 at 01:24pm