I wish I could have a normal conversation with my father.
One that does not involve yelling or judgement.
I know his stance on tattoos. I don't understand why he hates
that my sister and I have them.
I don't understand why he can't do his taxes in a timely manner.
I refuse to believe he hated Jerome.
I miss the dad who would play catch with me in our backyard.
I miss going to church on Sunday.
I hate that we don't bond like we used to.
If it weren't for sarcasm and family jokes, I'd hate to imagine
what there is left to talk about.
I wish I could just hug my dad.
Especially, no judgement.
Written by Amanda B Hansen
2016 April 16