Random Stuff

childhood

Many things have happenexd in my childhood that are less from normal (same with my friend Julie but let's not tell that story) anyways let's just get on with this

When I was growing up, my father was a truck driver. He would go on a run to drop off loads in different states and I vividly recall several phone calls with him when I'd be asking when he would be home. You see, he would be gone for weeks, sometimes an entire month depending on the run he had to make.
The previous night before this happened I was on the phone with my dad.
"When will you be home?" I asked him, hoping that I would be able to see him as soon as the next day.
"I'm so sorry sweet pea, I have to make another run to California, it'll be a couple more weeks," my dad's voice came through the phone.
My eyes welled up with tears, I always missed him when he was gone.
"Can we have donuts when you get back?" I asked, my voice a bit shaky.
"Of course sweet pea, and I got you something too, I have to go now, let me speak to your mommy," he told me.
"I love you," I told my dad through the phone.
"I love you too," he answered back before I passed the phone onto my mother.

The next day I had gone to preschool as it was the norm for the young child I was. I had been sitting in the back of the class that day, chairs were littered across the classroom and were gathered around the teacher who was pointing to the white board which had letters written all over it.
"Okay class, what is this letter?" The teacher asked as she pointed to the letter Z.
My hand shot straight up in the air as well as almost every other kid's hand, all eager to answer the teacher's question and show off our knowledge. The teacher glanced around the room, about to decide who to pick when a voice interrupted the loud noise of kids calling for her to pick on them.
"That's the letter Z," a very familiar voice said from behind me.
Every kids' hand slumped down to their sides and they all let out an annoyed sigh. I whipped around in my seat so quickly and tears welled in my eyes.
"DADDY!" I screamed and jumped out of my seat, running into the arms of my father. He picked me up in his arms and held me tight as I cried in his arms. I hadn't seen him in weeks and had told me I wouldn't see him for a few more, I hadn't expected to see him.
The teacher clasped her hand over her mouth as tears sprung in the corner of her eyes. She understood the situation completely while all the other kids looked at me in confusion. After all, most of them got to see their mommys and daddys every day so they didn't understand why I had reacted so much to seeing my father.

Yes after this my dad and I got donuts. And the surprise he got me was a stuffed bear. This story is true and I will never forget it either