I had
never met my dad before,
but
late at night when I made sure no one was listening I would sneak
outside and sit in the barn, & turn to the stars. While
looking up as they twinkled I would think out loud what I thought
one would be like. I would think,
"Maybe he's tall, or really short! Perhaps he would read me
bed time storys or tickle me silly. I'd tell a corny joke, but he'd
still laugh.
Do dads tuck you in at
night? Mine would!"
I finaly got to meet him last year.
He looked happy, so me and my brothers shyly said hello. He stood
looking at us for a long, long while. Then he asked all my
brothers how old they were. " 18, 17, 16, 15." He didn't
bother asking me.
That night I listened to them yelling back and fourth,
"She's not mine!"
"Yes she is!"
"Doesn't look like
it!"
It was true, I thought that night.
I didn't have any of his traits. So I guess that meant he
wouldn't love me like them.
So now when I go
into the barn at night,
I thank the lord for blessing me with a
mom that's been like a
dad.