June 1
My father doted on me. He had a son who made him proud and then me, his little princess. I remember one Saturday in particular. We were going to a house party. As we got out of the car, my brother--a scruffy little boy dressed up in a handsome suit with a cowlick--ran ahead to the house. My mother had stayed home. I was gathering my purse. Dad opened the door and I looked up at him, convinced in my seven-year-old heart that he was more handsome and smelled better than any daddy anywhere. He extended his hand to me with a twinkle in his eye and said, ?Una mano, mi se?ora?? Then he swept me up into his arms and told me how pretty I was. ?Ning?n padre tiene am? siempre a peque?a muchacha m?s que te amo,? he said.
Years later, I learned that the house parties we attended on Saturday?s weren?t house parties. The man I thought my father had been no longer existed. The older we got, the more his attention shifted to Andre. He soaked up the attention, but he, too was shattered when he learned the truth.
In my life, I?ve learned that you must take what you want. I cannot have the mind of a seven year old anymore. Both she and the man I called Daddy back then no longer exist. I am a woman of means. Without my father?s love, I must earn his approval. I cannot be weak like Andre. That stupid boy let Daddy?s secret destroy him.
I let it empower me.
My father doted on me. He had a son who made him proud and then me, his little princess. I remember one Saturday in particular. We were going to a house party. As we got out of the car, my brother--a scruffy little boy dressed up in a handsome suit with a cowlick--ran ahead to the house. My mother had stayed home. I was gathering my purse. Dad opened the door and I looked up at him, convinced in my seven-year-old heart that he was more handsome and smelled better than any daddy anywhere. He extended his hand to me with a twinkle in his eye and said, ?Una mano, mi se?ora?? Then he swept me up into his arms and told me how pretty I was. ?Ning?n padre tiene am? siempre a peque?a muchacha m?s que te amo,? he said.
Years later, I learned that the house parties we attended on Saturday?s weren?t house parties. The man I thought my father had been no longer existed. The older we got, the more his attention shifted to Andre. He soaked up the attention, but he, too was shattered when he learned the truth.
In my life, I?ve learned that you must take what you want. I cannot have the mind of a seven year old anymore. Both she and the man I called Daddy back then no longer exist. I am a woman of means. Without my father?s love, I must earn his approval. I cannot be weak like Andre. That stupid boy let Daddy?s secret destroy him.
I let it empower me.