Guess what I just found out? Father's Day. That's today. Dad's already left for work. Oops. The point of Father's Day is to appreciate the dad you've got, but how many of us still have their fathers, or mothers even? Let me tell you a story...
My sister is my mother and my father is a man-whore. Sounds kind of like a riddle, huh? No, no, no, I'm not talking about my parents right now, I love them to death. This is a nice way of describing my birth parents. The rest of the story isn't anybody else's business, so consider this what you'd read on the back of my tell-all book.
You got both of your real parents? Great! You still got your real mother or father? Still good. My parents right now may not be my biological parents, but they're the best thing that's ever happened to me. My sister is just that, a sister, a friend. I love her, but I don't know if I could've accepted her as my mother. I know she worrys about me, too, and I'm glad one of them still cares about me.
I've never met my biological father. Honestly, you know what he is to me? A jackass. I talked to my sister about him one time, and she asked why I hated him and not her. I'd never really thought about it before then. I said then that it was because he left and she didn't. I don't know, that may actually be why I don't care for him. I do intend to meet him someday, though, and find out for myself. Heck, if I look at it all from the right angle, I've pieced my family together through friends and half-relatives. But hey, they love me, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Thanks for being there for me, guys, love you all! :)
This goes out to all my family: Mom, Dad, Kim, Christy, Summer, Brianna, Tyler, Chris (who gave me the inspiration for this; I know how you feel, and hope you can get on better terms with it someday), Mr. C, and Alex.
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