As a child you never really see the full picture of things , you just see the colors and pretty things in it but never the full picture .
Everyone grows up in different culture . There's so many out there . Hispanics , Americans , Caribbean , Middle Eastern , so many. I grew up Hispanic . DOMINICAN to top the cherry .
2005, in Santiago, Dominican Republic there I was well from what I can remember I had a very good remembering techniques (chuckles) . It was always my father (Emilio) some called him (emiliano or Jimenez) , My mother (Tempora) she just went by Tempora she doesn't like middle names or how we say in Spanish "sobre nombres" think of Junie B johns lol . (b stands for Beatrice but I just go by B!) and me 5 year old Genesis (Hennessy) can't forget my perfect dog Lasy she was a mixed of I'm not sure what because I was 5 (chucked )
I've always been a Daddy's Girl! He would take me EVERYWHERE with him, to the point where my mom would sometimes feel excluded (chuckles)
Everything changed 2 years later , 2007 that's when my entire life's Dynamic to a drastic change , Daddy's girl was no longer Daddy's girl.
My Mother had left to the U.S (United States) critical condition of my grandmother where she had a stroke and half of her face became paralyzed her body couldn't take care of it own so my mother OFCOURSE as any child would do with a parent is run to them and see how ever they can assist and so she did .
Mean while I was left back home with my Father for some time , everything was okay I mean for a 7 year old . Nothing really was out of the ordinary besides my mom being in the states in my little ole head , my mother was just visiting family out there cause we did have family . Days's had passed school is back in session since it was the weekend .
Everything seems casual till ONE morning ! He has dressed me for school it was the week of Christmas ! I know this because I had a residual and I was extremely excited because it would've been the first time I was allowed to wear make up . excitement wasn't even the word ! (Trust me I had the date memorized in my head )
He had dressed to to go to school it was around 7 am he instead walks me around the block and drops me off in front of my AUNTS house which is my mothers little sister !
He did not bother to knock on the door simply all that was said to me was that he will pick me up in the morning . And guess what ? No words of him at all
My mother after receiving the call she didn't know what to and decided a 7 year old to decided for her future and asked me what I wanted to do . Moved to U.S and never seen my father , Mother never Re-married . I did find him 10 years after . He wouldn't give me answers all he had was questions FOR MEEEE!!! How ? How can a man be question his daughter after 10 years? I just never sat down and spoke to him face to face
