My soul is bared
Today I cried. I cried because now I know that I know myself. Ever since my third father left me and my mom, I felt like there was this hole in my heart. The night before he left, he sat me on his knee and told me, "Son (this was salt in the wounds), I want you to know that someday you'll understand. Your momma and I just don't see eye to eye. You see she is one of those people that thinks it's okay for a woman to wear pants and work in the office alongside the men, and you see I just don't agree with that.". And with that he left. He walked away and I never heard from him again. And ever since that moment, I've felt so alone, so desperate, so angry. Until today when I was standing in line to buy a vente raspberry mocha latte half caf and the gentlemen in front of me asked me if I had an extra quarter I could spare him for his coffee--and then suddenly I knew! I knew that if this gentlemen needed me then my father needed me too. Wherever he was-out there. And that when I sat my son down on my knee and told him I was leaving---
Wait.
This is what I am supposed to be writing about, right?