It always seems like whenever you watch a movie or commercial or television show, you always see kids with the most perfect lives, the most perfect houses and most of all, the most perfect parents. I’ve been waiting for my life to be like that for the past 16 years. What with my mom and dad being divorced, my mom being a drug addict/alcoholic/horrible mother who abandoned me when i wasn’t even a year old, my dad being an ex-druggy/convict/alcoholic/bad father who would love nothing more than to come over to my house for a visit, only to lay on the couch and watch t.v. while getting up every few minutes to eat our food instead of spending time with me, and with me having lived with my grandma my whole life, it’s kinda hard to have any respect or even the slightest bit of care for my parents. My dad has come to live with me and my grandma countless times saying, quote, “I miss my son so much. We need to spend time.” Then a few months of him and my grandma fighting and he’s out the door once more. But there was this one time, out of all the times that he’s left, that I actually missed him. He moved up to New York, where he was born and raised. And I got a sudden feeling of hurt and loneliness. I never felt so empty inside. So while he was up in New York, having a great time with all his old friends, I was down in Florida thinking up a way to get up there. So as time went on I kept telling my grandma about how much I needed a vacation and eventually she gave in and bought me the next ticket to Maryland, where her brother lives. The whole time I was there I kept telling her brother about how I wanted to go to New York so bad. Two weeks went by and we were on the 6 hour drive to New York, where me and my dad met and had nothing but laughs. We were pretty much joined at the hip. We went to Time Square and danced and sang in the streets while people were looking at us like we were crazy, We went to Central Park and chased pidgeons all around the park, we even chased the Mr. Softy truck around downtown Manhattan. And that was only the beginning. It may not seem like much to most people, but to me, the fact that I got to spend a nice few days with my dad, and to feel the satisfaction that I felt while with him and to know that even though he may not show it sometimes, he does really love me, is better than any gift in the world that I can recieve. Reunited once more and it feels sooo good. 🙂
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