1991

First Day,

Who is this guy picking up my mom. Does this stranger, in his cowboy boots and jeans, think he can mosey on in and pretend to be my dad?

Another Day,

“YOU’RE NOT PART OF MY FAMILY!” I screamed at him. Maybe he’ll leave now.

Wedding Day,

I fell onto my bed and cried. The tragedy of this day, their wedding day, ended any hope of my parents getting back together.

Crash Day,

I didn’t want to talk to my mom, she was going to be furious. He wouldn’t silence me out. I phoned and asked for him.

The Day,

He had a heart attack… thank god he’s ok.

Everyday,

He is proud of me, he wants the best for me, he is there for me, and he loves me.

Today,

He is my dad. Always had been I just never saw it.