He was there then he wasn’t. He was “there for us” at his own convenience when he had nothing else better to do. Me being his first child and only daughter, I was the one who experienced it all first. My two little brothers came after me and I swore to protect them like a momma bear would protect her own cubs. It was the promises he made to us three that he could never keep. The three of us being beautiful stained glass and him, our father, shattering us to millions of pieces. I was the one to fix my brothers glass and step on every last piece of glass so that they would never have to experience that kind of pain at such a young age.
Age Six: I believed he was our hero, strong like the hulk and could fly like superman. It was us 4 (plus my mom) all of us against the world. I thought he would always protect us and never let us get hurt. No one could compare to our dad, he was the best there could possibly be. The joy he brought us, the smiles he put on our faces; all only at age six.
When I started to grow up I realized he does not define who we are. He may be our dad by blood but that is it. A true dad is not your dad connected by blood, but connected by heart.
Age Seven: We were all blessed when our mom got married to whom we now call our dad. He has taught me not to rely on someone or let them define who you are. You are your own person and you can not let anyone tell you who to be, or what you can and can not be. in the end you should always have a smile on your face, and not let anyone take your joy from you.
Age Fifteen: No one has seen me without a smile on my face. I always stay positive in the bad situations and do not let other peoples opinions define who I am as a person. Only I can say and decide who I am and what I want to be because this is just the beginning. And all of our beautiful stained glass can be fixed.