As i age

When i was three i used to remember a male figure in my life
tall, dark, but later on i remembered not seeing that figure
anymore around the house.

When i was eight i figured that figure was my dad, and he was
gone, gone forever without looking back or worried that is little
girl does not know what he looks like or that she goes through
everyday of her life dying to know who he is.

When i was twelve, every moment i had used in daydreaming
about what it would be like to have him put me to bed and tell
me not figure out why he did't bother to look for me.

When i was fourteen, i got a call from him telling me he was still
my father and there was nothing i could do about it, he also told
me he was married and he has two kids, at that moment i said
the most hateful words i have ever said to anyone in my life, i
hate you and you are not my father.

I ran to my room crying, on my bed i thought about what a jerk he was
he couldn't even tell me he was sorry, what with the kids, the
one thing i wanted most in my life i had to share with two other
kids.

Now, my world is changed forever, all my daydreaming about him is now
something of the past, i realized he didn't give a damn about me and i don't
give a damn about him.