Father's DayA Story by FuMikoMy thoughts on father's day.My father is not a man but a boy. 52 going on 11. Still pulling pigtails, and playing tag. My father is not a father, but a stranger. Who once lived in our house, I called him dad, because I knew no other name. My father is the boy the youngest of three. bullied by his brother, coddled by his mother. who never had to worry, about things like "divorce" or "child support". My father is a man, his genes split between two children. One of which he never knew. never wanted to know. the other he fiercely ignored. my father is a man the checkbook two single mothers wanted not wanted, but needed just to get by. stuck between two rocks and a hard place. raised to be a doctor not a father. a provider, not a role model. my father 52 going on 11 a man and a boy is a f*****g mess but we only got one. © 2011 FuMikoAuthor's Note
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AuthorFuMikoHere, FLAboutI'd hardly call myself an artist, and even less so call me a "writer". I write, but my writings are not what make me, and I have a hard time saying that I make them. I write because, when I was yo.. more..Writing
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