I had a dream where I bumbed into my chiled hood friend Franky and alot happend. Next day or so I go to cort and guess who I see? No not Franky though that would be freakin AWESSOOME!!! =D Anyways I saw someone that i havn't seen since i was 2 years old, My dad. He is living in Las Vegas, Navada where I was born but he could of came to see me. To visit me, and let mne know that I have a fuher that still cares. Yet he didn't, he waits till I am 14 years old. Muture? Maybe that's why he came now. The day I went to cort was on a thursday, (yesterday) and they told me that that cort day will be the last because that is the day I get offically addopted. Anyways here is the true and blue story.
The night before the cort date my grandmother disscussed with me that I should dress really nice and look very formal. So I did just that, I wore my exspensive sweater that costed about $50 and a tank top I got at the goodwill which is black with ruffles and it's really pretty. I wore blue jeans that arn't tight and no makeup with my hair fully up in a cute bun. I was ridding with our neighbors mother who is my grandmother's friend and my neighbor. One of my neighbor's is renting a room in the house and his name is Patrick and he's a senior. He was giving us directions of how to get there and the other girl was driving. (My grandmother paid both of them for the job when we got home.) Anyway's I have been going to this cort for two years now so I know the place well. Surprissingly when I reached our floor not many people were there. So I walked down near our door and took a seat with myself wearing my backpack. As I sat down I think I was putting my ipod or phone away I don't exactly remember but when I looked back up a man walks across from me and sits directly across from myself. He then stared at me with his brown eyes and I stared back thinking "why is this guy starring at me?" But I then knew who this man was, I have only one picture of him and I was barly born when this picture was taken of him and my half sister and brother. He was much much younger then. And looks differnt et i could still tell he was the same person. In the picture I have of him he is crouched down with my half brother on the left and my half sister on the right. He didn't have any wrinkles and he had dark hair. Yet now he has brown/blondish hair and many wrinkles. Wearing a red sweatshirt and pants. He didn't look that fit. He then asked me, "Is your name Angela?" "Yes" I then replied "Do you know who I am?" I nodded my head no though I knew and he put his head down and put his hand over it real quick and I had an expression like WTF because he did it in a weird way. It seemed like he was thinking i just have to do it evan though it's gonna be hard. And he said "I am your dad." I then had an expression with my eyes wide and looking at him weird not saying a word. To focussed on my expression not examing his own. I don't rememebr if he said something after that before he stood up and took about two steps directly in frount of me and asked, "Can I have a hug?" I stood up a bit and hugged him slightly with one arm patting his back three times then sitting back down.
To be continued...
 chemicaldestiny · Sat Apr 09, 2011 @ 12:37am · 0 Comments |
