Divorce

" Don't you have a father?" a question that I had to oppose with everyday. Ever since I had developed a longing for a father, I had realized that one could not function without the presence of his father. Everyday I had to defy with all the criticisms that my own friends bestowed upon me. However, I knew that I would meet my father some day: the father that I had so longed for.

On January 19, 1994, my flight to America took off at approximately three in the morning. Outside, the sky was still dark. Stars were still shining as bright as ever. I sat in my seat patiently until the plane had landed. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from the speaker saying, " We have arrived to Sandiego." Quickly, I took all of my belongings and headed for the entrance. As I walked towards the entrance, my heart began to pound. My heart beat faster every second. My mom, my sister, and I began to look for my father. To get more familiar with his appearance, I took out his picture, held it tightly to my hand, and looked at it every minute and then. Suddenly, a man dressed in black suit and pants walked towards us. He looked so strange but yet somewhat familiar. I looked at my picture one more time, and there he was, my father. Strangely, I did not feel a bond between us. It seemed as if we were two different people. I was hoping to get a hug from him, but he didn't come. The father that I was longing for was somehow destroyed from my memory at that moment. He did not smile when he saw us, not even said hello.

When we got home, he did not say a word nor tried to develop a relationship with me. It seemed so strange how he kept on leaving every two weeks. While he was gone. My mom, my sister, and I had to stay home. Every night, we had to deal with the loneliness that we built inside us. We sometimes sat in our room praying and crying, hoping that my father would come home for our family to reunite. However, he never did. I soon realized what kind of person my father is. He is the father that doesn't care about neither his kids nor his family. After two weeks of loneliness, my father had come home. I was very happy, especially my mom. However, he was not. Not even a smile was shown in his face. He showed no sign of happiness when he saw us. While my mom was hanging up his clothes, she discovered a picture of him holding a baby. After that day, my family had torn apart. My mom began to cry everyday. Whenever