Dear Dad
Dear Dad:
Where were you on Saturday? Mom said that we had a visit scheduled. I was so excited. I got up, got ready. I even took a shower!!! Fixed my hair and packed a little bag of toys that we were going to play together.
We waited and waited. Mom always arrives early. She doesn't want me to be late to see you because I only get so much time. I don't know how long we were there. It seemed like forever. We were the first to arrive. Then the room got full. Other parents came to get their kids. Other kids arrived and they were taken inside. I didn't understand why I wasn't being called into the back.
Mom called on some phone and asked if you were there. You hadn't arrived. So I just kept playing. Some more time went by and mom called again. She hung up the phone and stood up. I wasn't ready to go. I hadn't seen my dad yet! She told me that we had to go, that you weren't able to make the visit. What was she talking about? Doesn't she know that I brought toys to play with? How come she's being mean and taking me home without getting to see you?
She had to practically drag me to the car. I started crying for my daddy. I was told I was going to see you today, Dad, but now it looked like we were going home. Mom got a bit angry at me because I wouldn't get off the ground. She didn't like that I told her "NO FAIR!" and refused to stand up or uncross my arms. I mean, who elses fault would it be, dad, if I don't get to see you?
We got in the car and mom started driving. She tried to tell me that you were working. But I know you weren't because we had a visit scheduled. And you would have called if you had to work. Mom must be the one that is wrong Dad, because I know you wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see you.
Mom drove around for awhile and then we went to breakfast. I began to feel a little bit better so I stopped crying and tried to make a day out of it.
Now that a few days have gone by, I wonder why you haven't called or why I didn't get to visit with you? What was more important than seeing me Dad?
Where were you on Saturday? Mom said that we had a visit scheduled. I was so excited. I got up, got ready. I even took a shower!!! Fixed my hair and packed a little bag of toys that we were going to play together.
We waited and waited. Mom always arrives early. She doesn't want me to be late to see you because I only get so much time. I don't know how long we were there. It seemed like forever. We were the first to arrive. Then the room got full. Other parents came to get their kids. Other kids arrived and they were taken inside. I didn't understand why I wasn't being called into the back.
Mom called on some phone and asked if you were there. You hadn't arrived. So I just kept playing. Some more time went by and mom called again. She hung up the phone and stood up. I wasn't ready to go. I hadn't seen my dad yet! She told me that we had to go, that you weren't able to make the visit. What was she talking about? Doesn't she know that I brought toys to play with? How come she's being mean and taking me home without getting to see you?
She had to practically drag me to the car. I started crying for my daddy. I was told I was going to see you today, Dad, but now it looked like we were going home. Mom got a bit angry at me because I wouldn't get off the ground. She didn't like that I told her "NO FAIR!" and refused to stand up or uncross my arms. I mean, who elses fault would it be, dad, if I don't get to see you?
We got in the car and mom started driving. She tried to tell me that you were working. But I know you weren't because we had a visit scheduled. And you would have called if you had to work. Mom must be the one that is wrong Dad, because I know you wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see you.
Mom drove around for awhile and then we went to breakfast. I began to feel a little bit better so I stopped crying and tried to make a day out of it.
Now that a few days have gone by, I wonder why you haven't called or why I didn't get to visit with you? What was more important than seeing me Dad?


0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home