The Day We Met.

Lysette Sauceda

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Fourteen years. Fourteen almost fifteen years, we finally met. Properly, at least. I used to play scenarios of what the day would look like. My family used to tell me a lot about it. Negative & positive. I never knew what to believe. I wanted to find out for myself. So I did. Which brought us to the day we met.

We talked for about a week before we met. We clicked right away. I’m so much like you in many ways. I always thought I was like my mom, but I was completely wrong. I’m a little mini version of you.

We met at a McDonald’s inside Walmart. We had to meet there since I kept it a secret from my family & I couldn’t go far. I was super nervous walking up to the Walmart. My boyfriend was with me calming me down.

I walked in & saw you point at me to my cousin. We hugged & sat down in the last booth. My boyfriend to the right of me. You across from me. My cousin to the right of you.

We talked about anything & everything. We talked & i laughed for 3 hours. It felt like 30 minutes. I felt we didn’t even lose fourteen years together. Everything felt right.

Then we had to go. We walked out. We took a picture together. You dropped us off at my friends house. We all started to talk in her yard. I mentioned not knowing how to drive. You said, “Get in the car. If anyone is gonna teach you to drive it’s gonna be your dad.” So I got in the drivers seat. I kept hitting on the brake too hard & you thought we were gonna die. I did too.

After the drive, you had to go home. We said our goodbyes & you drove away.

It went great. I wouldn’t change anything about it. I’m happy I finally have you in my life. I love you, dad.

 

Love,

Your Daughter.