I was two years old my parents were not doing well. While i was sleeping my parents had been at each others throats for about 2 hours. was woken up by all of the ruckus. I walked down the stairs trying not to make a single peep my dad stomped out the door without taking anything but the cloths on his body and the shoes on his feet. My mom sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief she started to cry. I went back up to my bed I was 2 I did not know what any of this was. That next morning it was just my mom and I. She was making breakfast as if nothing happened.

She knew that even if she tried to explain what happened I would not understand. That afternoon my dad walked through the door. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug he just carried me to the couch and set me down. Then he went up stairs without even putting an eye on my mom. My mom tried to talk to him but he justed said there is nothing to talk about. He packed up his stuff in a truck he rented and left. I did not see my dad for another 6 years.

When I was 8 years old my mom said come on jake I have a surprise for you. We hopped in the car and took a drive to a house. When we got there a man was standing outside the door of the house she said get out and go up to that man and I will be back in 2 hours to pick you up. I went up too him and said hi he said back with a tear dripping down his face hi son. Then I realised that was my dad. We had the best afternoon of my life we went to chucky cheese went out for ice cream and I even got to meet his wife crazy right. From that moment on me and my dad were best buds.