My parents got divorced when I was one year old. Sometimes I visited him on weekends. I remember that he took me to swimminglessons. I loved being in the water, I was so happy playing in the pool. This memory is one of few happy moments of him and me spending time together. Another memory is when he gave me a guitar on my birthday. I got shy and happy even though he never showed joyful feelings, he hardly never smiled and he never laughed.

Still I can't figure him out. I don't know him and I'm not so sure I would like to.

1 comment:

hey lola
my name is sherilyn. that is an interesting ending for your story..and a question that you will probably continue to ask yourself..do you know where your dad is ?