My Hero, My rock, My Dad.

One day after school I was just finishing up some math homework. My dad had just gotten off of work. He had came and sat right beside me, looking over my homework with me. We were making corrections and, in a way, tutoring my dad about math. After that we were just talking and my dad says,” I will always cherish every moment spending time talking with you”.

I remember my Dad telling me his stories of when he was younger. My dad didn't have a father growing up. He was always moving from place to place with my grandma. My father was about 3 when he left America to live in Samoa; He lived in Samoa for 3 years with my Grandmother’s side and then came back to America. My dad wasn't the easiest kid to handle. He would get into fights with kids at school and he would get picked on. He’d act out to release the anger he had from not having his father present in his childhood and teenage years.

Things got a little easier when he came to Utah. He made the football team, he was doing good in school, and wasn't getting into as much trouble as before. He also had friends to keep him in line. Among one of those friends was my uncle. My Dad and Uncle were friends all throughout high school. Through my uncle is how my Mom and Dad met, officially.

My mom and dad had actually met when they were 13. They've seen each other from time to time but never really met. My Mom would notice this shy boy who’d stand in the corner during church dances, but she’d never pay attention to him. He was as shy as a fawn. He wasn't the most social butterfly at the time. Time went on and my Mom had move to West Valley Utah, but so did my Dad.

One night my mom and all her cousins attended a concert and my mom had noticed my dad again. She said to my uncle,”Hey, I know that guy. His name’s Ben,right?”. My uncle looked at my mom and called my dad over and introduced them to each other.They talked for a while and found out that they would be going to the same High School, so they planned on talking more at school.

My Mom wasn't really interested in my Dad at the time, however my Dad would ad a huge crush on my Mom. But, they eventually started talking, and from talking to dating, and then dating led up to my birth. Being young parents was hard for my parents. My dad felt that becoming a father was an honor and that he would not be absent in my life.

I suddenly look up to see my Dad smiling at me. I can see in my Dad’s eyes how he longed for a relationship like this. I continue to to edit my math homework and hear my Dad say,” I love you, always”.

Submitted by Anonymous

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