I had never met my dad before,
but late at night when I made sure no one was listening I would sneak outside and sit in the barn, & turn to the stars. While looking up as they twinkled I would think out loud what I thought one would be like. I would think,
"Maybe he's tall, or really short! Perhaps he would read me bed time storys or tickle me silly. I'd tell a corny joke, but he'd still laugh. Do dads tuck you in at night? Mine would!"
I finaly got to meet him last year. He looked happy, so me and my brothers shyly said hello. He stood looking at us for a long, long while. Then he asked all my brothers how old they were. " 18, 17, 16, 15." He didn't bother asking me.
That night I listened to them yelling back and fourth,
"She's not mine!" "Yes she is!" "Doesn't look like it!"
It was true, I thought that night. I didn't have any of his traits. So I guess that meant he wouldn't love me like them.
So now when I go into the barn at night,
I thank the lord for blessing me with a mom that's been like a dad.