When I was a kid (1-7) I never knew I had a dad. One day my mom came into my room after school and started talking. I remember my first time meeting him was amazing. Almost felt like something out of a movie. After that trip I didn’t speak to him again for 5 years (12). He completely disappeared once again. Since my mom had not contact with his family we had no idea where he was. When I was twelve me and my mom decided to see him again. He was slim and frail and had beer bottles all over his apartment. I left that same day because I couldn’t look at him like that it hurt. (We were supposed to stay for two days) That next day after school my mom had called me into her room. He had gotten shot and was in a coma. They weren’t sure if he was going to make it. He ended up surviving but I never spoke to him until a year later (13). He texted me and all I could do was brush him off. He even texted me happy birthday but I just replied ‘who gave you the right to say that’. After that he never texted me again, I’ve tried numerous times. It’s been two whole years later and I still wish I would been just a little nicer.