Barefoot

Those nights when you have too much to think about. Those nights when you can't sleep because you are thinking about someone or something. Those nights occur to me EVERY night.

My dad left me and my mom when I was 4. The only memory I have of him is that one time when he would play his guitar at night so I would sleep. Maybe that's the reason I can't fall asleep anymore. My dad and I were like peas and carrots. I remember that as well. When he left, I thought that he was going to come back, but he never did. I guess he found a new carrot. Or pea. Whichever one I used to be.

Later I figured out, that dad moved to England with his new wife. He probably married for the look. I'm not going to lie, she is one gorgeous lady. I hope he's happy. Because mom isn't so at least one of them should be. But I don't know, he never responds to any of my letters. Maybe he's busy, or moves a lot.

I want to be like him when I grow up. Not the "I'm-going-to-leave-my-husband-and-daughter-and-lose-all-contact-to-them" kind. I want to get out of America. Or at least Tennessee. I have never been out of the state, let alone the country.