Don't ever do anything

Dad

I limped downstairs for breakfast when I saw someone. It was a man. A man with brown hair, green eyes, and the biggest muscles I have ever seen. The man was kissing my mom and ruffling her hair. I cleared my throat loudly but they still didn't notice. I stomped on the stairs yet they still didn't notice. I screamed for a minute straight and only on the 60th second did they notice me. My mom's face turned into a tomato.

The man looked a me and with his deep voice said,"Hi. You must be Tina. I'm your----father I guess. Well it's a pleasure to meet you and um your mother and I will go somewhere more, how do I say it, private. Um, bye." My mom just shrugged at me and started kissing my so-called father. That so-called father of mine is so stupid. Sure his handsome and all but looks can deceive you.

He didn't show any enthusiasm meeting his so-called daughter. I hate that handsome father of mine. I don't even want to call him my father. He has never been there for me. If a man who was not related to me but just has always been there for me, helped me when I needed help, and never would leave me, then I would call that man my father. But this man in my house is not my father. I couldn't rely on him let alone stay in the same room with him. That man is not and will never be my father no matter what.