I finally met Him

I could’ve been about 12 years old. Shy and short just like my mother. She would always tell me that I had my father’s eyebrows. Thick, black and hairy.. Even though he wasn’t in my life I always wondered what he looked like. Did I really look like him? I felt as though I would see him one day, so I was patient. My mom always kept in contact with my father’s sister which was my aunt. She also was his twin sister. So one day my mom found her number laying around and decided to call and see what would happen. Even though it was a while since my mom had talking to her, my Aunt still remembered my mom. They exchanged a few words and hung up the phone. I knew right then and there I was going to meet my father. I had seen him before but it was only a picture. And an one at that. It was a picture of him and my mom. He was taller then her, since my mom was only about 4’10. I wondered why he was so hairy, and then I noticed where I had gotten my eyebrows from. His were thick, black and hairy. Since it was an old picture he looked young in the face. He wore a platted shirt and an old pair of jeans. My mom looked happy so I always wondered where it went wrong. When I would ask she would just say “It’s a long story”. The day was here. It was my time to finally meet him. The night that he had came down; we met up at a hotel. Only because he wasn't too familiar with the area. I was nervous. Hands small and sweaty. I kept replaying my answers, to any questions he was about to ask me. I wore a pair of jeans, which were my favorite and a red shirt. The shirt was kind of old but I didn't really care at the time. I was his daughter so why would it have mattered what I was wearing? When we arrived at the hotel, my stomach felt as though, I had just gotten on a roller coaster for the first time.Horrible.We took the elevator to the right floor and knocked on the room door. At that moment right there, I didn't know what to expect. He opened the door with arms wide open. Me being so young not knowing too much, I just hugged him, even if I could've been hugging a stranger. He pulled away from me to take a look at me. He looked much older then he did in the picture of course. He still was hairy, in his mid 30s and not as taller then I expected. When he stared at me he started to cry. I didn't know if it was tears of sadness or Joy and I didn't dare ask. While I sat down, him and my mom conversated for a while until it was time to go. He spent the night there, so he was able to spend the rest of the next day with me. As I was standing up to make my way out the door , my mom was like " Hey aren't you going to say bye?". So me being shy as I was, I waved. My dad knowing that he will see me tomorrow, waved at me with a straight face. I went home and went to bed, wondering how my next day was going to be. The next morning my mom woke me up. We were on our way to eat breakfast. So I woke up even faster. When we arrived to the restaurant, I order a number 1, which were pancakes with bacon and toast. My mom ordered the same. Any my dad tried it also. We sat and talked about my life and his. The morning was soon coming to an end and we had to say our goodbyes. My mom wanted me to have some pictures of me and him so she took a couple at different murals around the neighborhood. It was a day that I would never forget.