My Childhood

There once was a man by the name of Michael. He was a supportive husband and a great father until he started drinking. I had some good times and some bad when my father was still alive. It was December 15th, 1979 when my wonderful father took me to see Santa Clause at the mall. We had such a wonderful time. We took pictures together and he bought me this doll that had red pigtails and …

…I miss my father. It was hard growing up with no father, but my mother was both and it was hard trying to raise two kids and work at the same time. I try not to get emotional when it comes to the holidays, because I can't give my father any gifts to show him how much I love him and miss him. I am glad I had gotten to know him before he died.