Dear Dad...
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marifergc02"Teenager and dream of being a writer"
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Dear Dad...

by marifergc02

When I was a girl...

In the middle of the night you fight with Mom while you get drunk with your beers. I was scared because I do not want to see my father as a monster, so I run away from you.

Blue and red lights, the police walk in the hallway and they see you cry and drink alcohol, they take you dad and I cry because you leave me.

Time passes, Dad!

Time passes and I grow, with the passage of time I realized why people treat me weird, why men do not respect me and Mom hates me?

and looking at me in the mirror I see you, your eyes on mine and those features that make us look the same in everything. Me, your daughter, I am like you

And I wish I was not like you, not explode with anger like you, treat my mom like you, feel bad to my boyfriend and despise people.

Drink alcohol to solve my problems, smoke or just disappear from all over the world. Tell me father, what have you done to me? Why could not you stop this?

but dad...

Although you want to go back and avoid everything that you did happen, it's too late. You can not stop what you created dad. -I love you, your daughter

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8 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Thanks for your comment on this little story, I did not think this story would have any effect on a reader ... so thank you very much for commenting. Comments like the ones you leave in my little stories encourage me to keep writing in English and keep learning about this incredible language.

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9 months agoReply
This was poignant to me in particular. My mother left me that legacy and I started it on my own children. I got counseling and it improved for all of us. I am a non-drinker and non-smoker, thankfully, so that did not happen. Help is available and it does work. It takes time and determination. Your story was cleverly written and had deep impact. Great job!!!