Christmas : My Favorite Time Of The Years

In the year 2008, I received my first elf for Christmas. Her name was Snowflake and she appeared with my brothers’ elves and my mom’s old childhood elf, Duende. She’s so beautiful with her velvet green dress, red and white striped tights with green velvet elf shoes with tiny bells. Every year after Thanksgiving, my elves would arrive. I have about twelve elves because I take such good care of them that Santa sends me his elves. Our family elves are extremely mischievous and do tricks every day during the Christmas Holidays. It is my favorite time of the year. Every morning as soon as I wake up, I run downstairs to see what mischievous things my elves have done. They are very smarting, witty and extremely creative. Christmas is my favorite holiday. I love Christmas carols, decorating the house with my mom, baking cookies for Santa, the smell of pine from the Christmas tree and opening presents Christmas morning.

He would come home wasted after weeks of not being home; of me wondering where my father had been all those weeks. Staying up late on school nights just wishing for him to come home and tuck me in bed, to tell me he loved me, to ask me how my day was, or just tell me that he was there to stay. As a first grader it is hard to explain to your friends why they can not come to your house to play just knowing that if he is there that he will be drunk yelling at my mom for nothing. It got to the point to where he would come home after a few days and grab a suitcase and leave to go with his new girlfriend for a few days or even weeks. Right before he would leave I would always have hope that he would tell me where he was going or take me with him. I just wanted a father. My mother always told me that he would be back and to have hope; to always trust in her and that she would always be there for me. She was always my rock when I was younger. Until one day she finally told me what a monster the man I called my dad was. He was an abuser, physically and mentally. She told me the truth about the man that I wished was in my life for so long. He never wanted me. I was the youngest out

The moment I realized that my dad was not going to be in my life was when I wrote him “that letter.” My dad had went to jail, and at that time I still fought for my relationship with my dad. In the letter I basically informed him that everything was going to be alright. God was going to bring him out of every situation, and many more words of encouragement. Our relationship had been somewhat okay, I visited him in jail and of course you know how things go with certain people. They tell you that whenever they get out, they’re going to be a better person, he’s going to continuously be a part of me and my brothers lives. So what do you think happened? That shit never happened. I think that’s what had hurt the most. Because I literally gave so much into that letter, and for you to continuously lie to me and tell me that you’re going to do something and you don’t is pretty fucked up. Because even when people were beginning to give up on him, I was the only one being positive and trying to give him a chance and be there for him. I just don’t understand how you can just look someone in the face and feed them all this bullshit and then you don’t make the effort to make anything happen. But I guess that’s why it’s called

I am a 14 year old girl who needs to have their father. When I hear that I immediately think about the father I wish that I had. If you mean mine, does that mean the one who abused me and blamed me and my innocent mother for his drinking and smoking problem? I knew that my mom had made the right choice because 4 months later, he told me that he was moving to Arkansas to get away from me because I was not his first priority anymore. Wow. That shot me down. Thank God I have my mother. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. She comforted me, and told me that what he said was not true. That I am a wonderful person who is beautiful, kind and has a big heart. I needed that in the moment for

When I was growing up, the only family I had was my mom and her side of the family. My father was not a big part of my life at that point in time, and our relationship has suffered because of it. For the first four years of my life, my father was an active member of the Marine Corps. His absence in my life impacted our relationship since we never had a chance to connect, and I don 't think we ever recovered from that. We’re on good terms now, but we don’t have any special connection like my mom and I do. The two of us were never close, we never see eye to eye, and we can barely hold a conversation that lasts longer than five minutes.

November 5, 2010 we received a call saying my dad was getting released and deported to Mexicali. Our father asked us to go see him there, and of course we said yes. My older siblings were excited while my little brother had no clue what was going on, because he never met his own father before. That night i couldn’t sleep, because of the excitement and happiness i felt. The next day we took off at 6pm in a van. The way there my little brother would ask me questions on how our dad looked like and how he was like. I answered his questions with pride and told him that our dad was a nice man and would always bring a smile to your face when you were down. One question he asked me was “ do you think he would love me and accept me” i was shocked. I answered him saying “ he will never judge you, he never judges his children and will always love you and support you and accept you” i told him. Once we made the trip it was the most

It has been one year since the death of my beloved sister Cheryl. Since then, Roger and I have married. It was wonderful! All the people we met last year were there; all the friends I made at my job as a receptionist. Cheryl’s friend Nancy and her mother came and they hired a babysitter for Cheryl’s son Henry Liberty. But, most surprisingly, my father was there for a bit! He started by saying that he was sorry about what had happened my whole life and how he should of tried to get us back. Then, I told him that I know it was for the best and that we should not cling to the past, even though I did that my whole life. Essentially I was being hypocritical. Nonetheless, he said that he was proud of me, and that if my mother was alive she would

While I was still little I didn’t quite understand why he had to be so far away. He would come down to visit once a year, I used to be so happy to see him. He would always bring me gifts and money every time he came home. Every year when he came home for a little while we used to stay at my uncle’s house, it was always fun. Me and my dad would always

My father wasn’t a good man when we knew him. He was violent, and to be honest, a drunken bum. I was around 3 when he started getting really bad. He’d come home intoxicated, and start yelling at my mother about stupid things, like dinner not being warm for him. And every so often, I would have the misfortune of seeing him hit my mother. He had his days though. For some occasions, my mother would do something to get him to sober up. Most of the time it was for Maggie or my birthdays, but there were rare occasions where he’d be home, sober, and sweet to us for some reason.

For starters, I was a daddy’s girl. I looked up to him for guidance and assurance. He was the one I hustled to for help and the one who endlessly supported me in softball. This strong, gifted man was all that I could ever ask for in a father. Nothing could ever happen to him, right? Wrong!

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

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