So-Called Dad {Final Draft}

I always wondered what it felt like to be a daddy's girl. I never experienced such a feeling. My mother played both roles. Don't get me wrong, I have a father. I know him and have talked to him plenty of times. He's what you call a "dead-beat" dad. My dads name is Melvin Downs. He’s a tall, medium-built, chocolate, middle-aged man. He kinda reminds me of Eddie Murphy. I never really liked him because ever since I could remember, he’s never done anything for me or my brothers. No shopping, no games, no food shopping, no money, no nothing. When I was younger, I probably saw my dad every once in a while. He would take me out sometimes. He always rolled up to my house in one of his nice ass cars while we had to catch SEPTA or hike up those loooooong blocks. Sometimes he would make us travel up to his house on foot or by the bus. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t live about 27 blocks from my house. All that stopped abruptly. The calls stop coming, he stop coming around to check on us every once in a while, and he was never really seen. My father paid more attention to his other families then he did with us. No school functions, graduations, meetings, nothing. He has this wife named Dawn, a short, thick, mouse looking woman with whom he cheated on my mom with. Then he has his mistress, Jessica; a Puerto Rican chick who he's been messing with since he was with my mom back then. Present day, he has two babies with Dawn; my little brother Jared and my little sister Joelle. Jessica has a daughter named Chelsea who everyone thinks is my dads. Anyway, Melvin spends all his time with his two other families while his first family carries on their lives without him. He takes them out to shop, attends their school functions, and spends a lot of quality time with them. I’m not jealous though because personally, I never needed a father in the first place because he can't teach me anything I don't already know. I can get the male perspective of life from other people. I can also get everything I need and want elsewhere. If it wasn't for Melvin, I probably wouldn't be the way I am now. Independent, motivated, and not letting anything get in my way. Especially no man. Thank you Mel for not being there.