Contributed by MB

Something really has been bothering me lately.  When I was eight years old, my father left me and my brother.  I guess it really affected me emotionally, I just didn’t want anybody to notice but it did.  So, I live with my mother and my brother and every time something happens at home, my mom blames me and I think it’s not right because she always takes his (my brother’s) side.

After seven years, my father came back into our lives and he begs for forgiveness, but I can’t even forgive him, ever.  That’s just the way I feel.  He complains to my mother that he feels bad, because his kids don’t love him; but how can we love someone who we don’t even know?  When he first came, he took me and my brother shopping.  He bought us clothes, sneakers, CDs, video games and all that but then months passed and he’d gotten cheaper than ever.

I think he’s ignorant because if he wants us to “love him” and he says that he made mistakes in the past and he wants to help us, I think he should help my mother out, because she practically raised us by herself and I do respect her for that. 

I doubt that I will ever love my father …

Written by a 15 year old 10th grader at a New York City Public High School
October, 2000

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