By Itzel Hernandez
I was once on top of your list, but time has tainted that list. Who knew our seemingly inseparable bond would be separated?
From the very beginning my dad yearned for his first child to be a girl. Thus his wish was granted and I was born.” Even my first word was “Papá.”
My mom has always told me how much patience, care, tenderness he showed when he was taking care of me but most importantly how much love he showed.
In many instances he was always looking after me when my mom wasn’t around. He would change, bathe, and feed me. Even in days where he had to go to work early the next day he never hesitated to wake up in the middle of the night to take care of me.
So when my parents separated the only person I wanted to be with was my dad, never my mom leading me to hate the idea of living with my mom.
But that all changed when I moved to the USA.
As days past by our relationship began to drift apart which made me feel as if everything but him was to blame for.
At first he called everyday then every week then ever month and then to who knows when. 3 hour conversations turned into 3 minute conversation but now even a 3 second conversation sounds better than nothing.
Hearing and reading the constant reminders my mom sent him so he is actually is willing to call me brings up many questions I can’t answer even if I wanted to.
The reminiscence of my dad always comes to mind but can I really say the same for him.
I was once on top of your list, but time has tainted that list. Who knew our seemingly inseparable bond would be separated?
From the very beginning my dad yearned for his first child to be a girl. Thus his wish was granted and I was born.” Even my first word was “Papá.”
My mom has always told me how much patience, care, tenderness he showed when he was taking care of me but most importantly how much love he showed.
In many instances he was always looking after me when my mom wasn’t around. He would change, bathe, and feed me. Even in days where he had to go to work early the next day he never hesitated to wake up in the middle of the night to take care of me.
So when my parents separated the only person I wanted to be with was my dad, never my mom leading me to hate the idea of living with my mom.
But that all changed when I moved to the USA.
As days past by our relationship began to drift apart which made me feel as if everything but him was to blame for.
At first he called everyday then every week then ever month and then to who knows when. 3 hour conversations turned into 3 minute conversation but now even a 3 second conversation sounds better than nothing.
Hearing and reading the constant reminders my mom sent him so he is actually is willing to call me brings up many questions I can’t answer even if I wanted to.
The reminiscence of my dad always comes to mind but can I really say the same for him.