{"id":11302,"date":"2020-06-15T20:00:12","date_gmt":"2020-06-15T20:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/qryptonyght.com\/?p=11302"},"modified":"2020-10-21T23:39:17","modified_gmt":"2020-10-22T03:39:17","slug":"fathers-day-makes-me-sad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/qryptonyght.com\/de\/fathers-day-makes-me-sad\/","title":{"rendered":"Father’s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Father\u2019s Day makes me sad. .<\/span> I hear a lot of men bemoan the fact that when Mother\u2019s Day comes around there is always a big fuss but Father\u2019s Day seems to go unnoticed. There is a a reason for that \u2013 there are apparently more mothers than there are fathers. <\/p><\/amp-fit-text>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

I have never had much of a relationship with my dad and I can’t say it matters at this point. There was the time when I needed a dad and my grandfather was the best dad a child could ever ask for. My parents divorced while I was still a baby and my maternal grandparents took me from my mom so she could get a job. I can remember the few occasions when I felt as though my dad and I connected. The first time I was probably about 5 years old, I remember that my two older brothers were with me when my dad came to visit. <\/p><\/amp-fit-text>\n\n\n\n

He picked me up in his arms and I thought wow! My dad sure is big and tall! I remember putting my arms around his neck and pressing my face into his neck, breathing in the scent of his aftershave.<\/span><\/p><\/amp-fit-text>\n\n\n\n

Dad took us to the hotel where he was staying and parked us in the living room. We were so excited to be out with our dad! He asked us what we wanted to eat and we rattled off our wish list of goodies; chocolates, cookies, ice cream, soda etc. and I think he just bought us everything we said we wanted. He helped me pour my soda and opened my cookies.<\/p><\/amp-fit-text>\n\n\n\n

Eventually, dad went to his room and left us for a bit, we played and stuffed out faces with the goodies. I imagine we chased each other around the room and made a ruckus as well! Then dad returned with someone who I thought was surely my mom! She played with us and allowed me to sit in her lap and touch her hair. She smelled amazing and I was immensely happy to have both of my parents at last. <\/p><\/amp-fit-text>\n\n\n\n

Eventually my dad began to gather up our things and told us he was taking us back. I didn\u2019t understand what is he talking about, back where? I was staying here with him and my mom! I started crying and dad got down on one knee so he could look me in the eye and explained that he had to take me back to my grandparents. I asked him why I couldn’t just stay with him and mom. Dad looked at me in genuine astonishment \u201cshe is not your mother!\u201d he said. That\u2019s when I started screaming, why was he playing this cruel trick on me? \u201cI want to stay with my mother\u201d I screamed loudly.<\/p><\/amp-fit-text>\n\n\n\n

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