Fathers

There aren't many things that I remember well from when I was young. But one thing I do recall is when my mother and father got divorced. My brother and I still visited him from time to time, but as we got older, stopped doing that. I began to share the hate my mom had for him leaving us. We didn't see him for another 5 years. That was, at least, until a few days ago.

My mom told us that he would be visiting us because he would be helping my brother with some immigration details. I didn't really know how to feel and I was just wait for it to be over with. When arrived, he showed up with a new wife, my step mom. I just decided to keep my distant while he talked to my mom. Later on, he offered to take me to the store to buy me a computer. During this my brother disappeared, not coming back until around 11:00 p.m. He talked to me, telling me that he was sorry for how he was for not being there for us, and then began to cry. After that we began to bond a bit, and I decided to forgive him because he really looked like he regretted his actions. We spent the next few days together, even my brother decided to join us. And the best part was that he and my mom seem to be getting along with each other. I even got to show him some of my sketches, and he even said, "I'm so proud of you". It might sound cheesy, considering I have heard it form my mom many times. But to actually hear it from him was just really great. So even if he still lives far away, I'm glad he's somewhat back in my life.