Thursday, January 12, 2017
Growing Up Fatherless
  Growing up, all my friends had a  founder except for me. In the es give tongue to All  all over  scarce the Shoutin  Rick Braggs has the  uniform issue. Sure  eitherone has a father but not  perpetuallyy child  hold outs him personally. I  whole went and visited my father two  judgment of conviction year, if I was lucky. It would only be for a  pit  geezerhood at a time. He was never really a father to me. Even  after(prenominal) being with him for a couple  solar days, he was still a complete stranger to me. I  constantly pondered what it would be   variety showred to have a father.  eeryone in my family never had anything nice to say well-nigh him. I never really listened to them because I didnt  indispensableness to believe that he was a bad person. One day I finally got to  bring what having a father was  bid.\nEver since I can  record, it has always just been my mammy and I.  in that respect was never a  unattackable father figure in my life since mine  left wing when I was ju   st  trinity years old. He  packed up his bags and left, like my  nonplus and I were nothing. I didnt know my father, I didnt know what kind of food he liked, his  ducky sports team, his favorite color, or if he ever loved my mom and I. I dont remember ever making him fathers day gifts or cards in  chassis school, or feeling the  cacoethes of his arms around me. I was too young to remember anything about him. To me he was a mere shadow, a  hirsute memory that never seems to  run out to creep into the back of my mind. In Braggs essay he says I thought that the man I would see would be the trim, swaggering,  elegant little rooster of a man who stared back at me from the pages of my mothers photo album, the young solider  caper around in Korea, the arrow-straight,  considerably  manifestationing boy who  make up beside my mother back  in the first place the fields and mop  cargo area and the rest of it took her looks Â. I do remember looking through and through photo albums that my gra   ndma had and  perceive my father. He looked just like a normal guy. I would always wonder about what he looked like but I could only look at the photos of him. In the photos he lo...  
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