My Dad Broke My Heart

The dad in a family is someone who is the male figure in a family. He is there to help the mother raise a child or children. A child will spend their whole life looking up to the big man in the house because he is the one who fixes everything, interrogates the first boyfriend and the one who will be there to walk their daughter down the aisle. A father is an important person in a child life, but when a father ends up not being their for the child there is so much missed out on. Not having a dad for seven-teen years is a difficult thing and that is what I had to deal with. Finally realizing the day of longing was over I had a huge feeling of relief. When I looked into my dad loving brown eyes for the very first time it was the most waited for experience in the seven teen years of my life.

I consider my eighteenth birthday as a turning point in my life. Of course an eighteenth birthday is something special to a person because it the beginning of your life as an adult. Well, my eighteenth birthday was the day I began realizing that I was going into adult hood not knowing my father. That is when I knew what my wish would be as I blew out the eighteen red hot candles. Almost a week after my birthday I began searching using online resources that I thought could help me in my search. The only information I had was his first and last name but little did I know that typing Peter Valdivia in the search engine would bring almost 2,000 names. At first I felt like completely giving up but I knew this could be my only chance so I pushed myself and began to look up every name. I eventually eliminated people by location and age, narrowing the search to fifty men that could be the possible match. Of the fifty profiles given for each man there was very little information. Some of the profiles gave e-mail addresses. So I sent e-mails to the ones that showed their addresses. In the e- mail I described my reasons for contacting them and if they felt this pertained to them they could respond.

Almost a month had gone by and I had got very little to no response from all the names I e-mailed. I was to the point of giving up and saying oh well. I felt that I lived this long without a dad so why care, but at the same time I felt like crying because I had so many unanswered questions. I was so curious about my dadЃfs personality and what he does in life. The question that hurt me the most was a why question, I have always wanted to ask him was why did he leave and remain a ghost to me? My whole life I considered my dad dead to me because I could not see a reason why he remained out of my life. I started feeling like it was my fault, or I had did something. I could not understand why a father could abandon his child for so long.

The next day was like any average day for me. I had a basketball game at my school and a lot of people were expected to be there. So that day I got dressed like normal and went to the game. When I walked into the gym the gym was so packed it was hard to notice anyone, but of all the people sitting and talking one man in the corner stood out to me. I thought it was the balloons sitting next to him but it felt like something else. I let it go thinking I was crazy or just being nosey. I forgot about my little incident and went to get ready for the game. After a long game I walked over to give my mom a hug like I routinely do after every game. When I noticed that same man