I didn’t know my dad. My mom for years accused him of leaving us when we needed him the most. When I asked why daddy left, she told me, “He didn’t want a girl child so when I gave birth and it was a girl, he took your brother and ran away with him.
She made me feel unwanted. The sperm that moulded me abandoned me because I was despicable. I didn’t choose my gender but he chose to leave. I was bitter anytime I thought of my father.
When my mom showed me pictures of my brother, I didn’t know him but I hated him. Maybe, it was jealousy. He was the one Dad chose over me. He has the right kind of gender. I was jealous. I didn’t see him as a brother. He was a competition.
A competition he won before I could have a starting chance. I spent over twenty years hating my dad. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know his story. I didn’t know his name but I hated him. I read a book one day that talked about a father who ran away. The daughter of that father set out on a journey to look for her father so she could ask him the….Read Full Story Here.………………..
