I wish that I had a father to share this day with. The last time I celebrated father’s day was when I was five - I ran into my parent’s bedroom with a basket of my favorite dolls, ready to wake up my dad and present him my prized possessions as a gift. He smiled and we went downstairs so I could make him pancakes, which turned into me covered in pancake batter and chocolate. My mom made the actual meal and washed me, and I went out to my dad’s favorite tea shop for lunch. I gave him my card, a piece of red construction paper with a happy face on it, and told him that he was the best father ever and that I loved him very much. He smiled and took a picture of me with my grown up glass of tea and said that I was the best daughter ever and he loved me even more.
All I want is a normal family, a father to celebrate, a mother to love, and a brother I could talk to. These past two days I’ve felt so alone away from home, but I don’t think I would necessarily be happy if I was there either. I just want stability - to know that I have a close tight knit family that loves me unconditionally and accepts me for who I am, is that a lot to ask? I wish it wasn’t.
If she texts you, text her back. If she wants to hang with you, hang with her. If she wants to talk to you, talk to her. If she wants to hug you, hug her. If she wants to hold your hand, let her. Just because she’s yours at the moment, doesn’t mean she will be in the future. Treat her right or someone else will.