In case you're wondering, my father isn't really in the picture. Before last April, I hadn't talked to him since I was five. This was alright with me. I was never one of those kids waiting by the phone for him to call or holding out hope that I'd get a letter from him. As I said before, I was okay how I was. My family is pretty close-knit so I hardly noticed his absence to be perfectly honest. I contacted him last Spring when I was filling out information for my Financial Aid. Since I was only living with my mom (my brother and his girlfriend didn't count) I didn't need his information. However, I did notice the blank for him. I noticed, that's what my father had become. I decided to contact him on Facebook out of curiosity. We talked, he apologized, blah blah blah. Eventually I went to where he lived, two hours south from my town. I met my older brother, Kent. He was about to turn 21. I also found out I had three other siblings. I knew of one from when I was younger. There was Kaylie, Karlie, and Travis. I'm sitting here replaying everything, when I realized I have to pee still. I've had to pee since I got to my room. It's been about an hour. I decided it was safe to go down there now. My mom has a weird way of dealing with these things. She'll be ready for a fight, we'll argue, I'll storm off and then about ten minutes later she wants to pretend nothing happened. She usually tries to talk about my cat, knowing that I can't turn down hearing about the cute thing she's done now. Waiting for my brother to tell me he's ready for me to come over, I can feel my eyelids threatening to ignore my attempts of staying awake. I hope he calls, because there is no way I'll be able to wake up to my ringtone that signifies a text was sent.
