When I was three years old my mother and father divorced. I really don’t remember the the divorce I just remember my mother and father being married, and then after that being with my father only on the weekends. Well, it continued on that way until my father finally met someone and re-married when I was in the second grade. I got to know his new wife, and I really liked her. We got …showed first 75 words of 658 total…

…showed last 75 words of 658 total…ago, and I invited him to my Graduation. Once again he sounded very excited and proud of me, but we will just wait to see if he comes. The one thing different about the phone conversation is that for the first time since I was in fifth grade my father told me that he loved me. That meant more to me than anything, to hear him tell me that, after all this time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**