Sometimes, I don't like my dad.
I guess it might have been because of the years he spent away working that started. I was mad at him for leaving, especially when mom got sick and my uncle had to take my brother and sister in for a while. I remember directly after my mom was in the hospital I was too, with a case of pneumonia. I was so angry.
Then, he comes back, every year or so he would come back. Each time, he left I pretended like he had never been there in the first place, so nothing was missing. I couldn't possibly hurt for someone who had never been there, so thats what I told myself. However each year, he had to ruin the facade. He w