Hey Dad

Hey Dad

I run through the airport, hearing my little plastic shoes squeak on the linoleum. I can't wait to feel your embrace, the one that I savor during our visits. Last night, my mom was complaining about you, and I'm not sure why, because I’ve always looked up to you and always been your sweet little princess. With my name permanently on your skin, I never thought you could make a mistake. I see you less now that I’ve started school, although during art time, I always use my waxy orange crayons, which remind me of your favorite color. I didn't understand then, but now I know why Mom would complain. Those words now ring obnoxiously in my ears. Now that I’m older, I see a different side of you. One that doesn't look like the neon colors shining in the sky during the rainbows we loved to watch. Although I love how far I’ve come, miles from who I once was, regret lives in my mind constantly plaguing and asking me where I’d be if I never packed up my life for you. I’m now 17, so close to adulthood, walking to my first college class again, hearing my black Converse squeak on the tiles. In class, I use pens to mark out my classes, always reaching for the orange one. Though you’ve made me despise the color, sometimes it’s my favorite cause it simply reminds me of you. Through the jump to freedom, I sometimes wish I didn’t miss you so much, because missing you makes it harder to pull away, though I know it's the right decision. Through everything, I struggle to want a relationship with you, though no power in the world can sever the line connecting us. 

P.S. I Love You, Dad