My Daddy, My Hero
When I was younger, I never realized all the things that I put my Daddy through. I have caused him so much depression and problems. Not because I was a bad girl, sick, or any reason like that. It was because of a divorce that my parents had gone through. I was too young to remember anything about the divorce but there are a couple situations that I remember very little about.
I remember in the Summer of 1997 when I went to visit my Mother in Stockton, California. My Mother and her new husband came to pick my two younger sisters and I up to go live with them for the Summer. We were all excited, not knowing what was going to happen to us and all the sad feelings that my Daddy had felt when they came to pick us up. We loaded quick into the car without a "Good-Bye" to my Daddy and a hug or a kiss. Maybe that was because Asian Fathers don't show affection to their kids and kids don't show affection to their Fathers. Or I was just too young to know any better.
Our Summer with my Mother was great! We did a lot of things like going to Chinatown in San Francisco, driving through the Golden Gate Bridge, swimming, having a bake sale, and a lot of other fun things. We were little kids, we didn't know what was real fun and what was not. But during our time there, my Mother had filled our heads with things that could never become true. She made us want to stay with her, as if she had poisoned us with dreams and fantasies that we thought would become true if we stayed with her.
My Mother wanted custody of the three of us so much that she made us tell lies to everyone about how my Daddy beat us up and how we were sexually abused by my Uncle on my Daddy's side. I didn't know any better and with all those fantasies that I thought could happen if I lived with her, I lied. What's a little ignorant girl supposed to understand?
The news reached my Daddy and the Summer was almost over. My Daddy was outraged at how my Mother had literally brain-washed us and decided that he would make the trip to Stockton, California and return us back to home.
The story goes on and on and on, but I never knew how much suffering my Daddy had to go through. As I sit here and gather my thoughts, I realize that my Mother was never here for us when we needed her the most, she abandoned us without ever thinking about how we would grow up without her, and she didn't want us in the first place, so why did she want us then?
I'm extremely sorry for all the suffering I have put my Daddy through. If there was a way that I could take back what I did, I definitely would. I have just put him through so much, and I would say but the list is so long. It includes more situations like the one I explained, being disobedient, and just being the child of his ex-wife.
I realize that my Daddy will always be there, never abandon me, and love me no matter what. I just wish I would have realized this sooner, so he wouldn't have had to go through what he did. It's just so hard to explain to him how happy I am to have a Daddy like him. I wouldn't trade him for any other Father.
I'm extremely grateful that God blessed me with such a great man, role-model, and Daddy. My Daddy is my hero.
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