Although I remember that day quite clear, one significant
detail stands out. I lied to my mother’s face for the first time in my entire
life. To this day, she still believes the reason I ran away was because of the
incident where my dad was called a kike. In all honesty, that was not the
reason at all. How could it be if I didn’t even know what that was?
That morning my dad didn’t wake me up before he left for
work. Every morning before that he would wake me up and I would eat breakfast
with him. Not that day. Being one of the only dads I know who worked during the
summer, he made sure he spent as much time as possible with me before he left.
When I finally awoke at about 9 o’clock, I realized what disaster had just
occurred. In my four-year-old mind, I made the worst situation possible in my
head. I believed my dad had ran away himself and didn’t wake me up because he
would think I would try to stop him, which I would have. Well anyway, I
panicked and told myself I would run away myself because I couldn’t stand to be
alone with mom forever. I also wanted to be just like my dad and if he ran
away, I would too. So that’s exactly what I did.
When my mom came down to try to get me to come back, I told
her about the first thing that came to my mind and that was that dad had been
called a “kite.” I wondered if that was offensive or not to call someone. Anyway,
the reason why I cried is because I realized that it doesn’t matter if dad runs
away because I would always have mom to care for me, just like she did that
day. It almost seems like dad did run away considering the amount of time I see
him these days.
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