The Man

I never had that good of a relationship with my dad. I wasn't able to have such a good relationship because he would always be working while I was at home or either playing my sports. So when he did get home, he would be to tired from work and would usually go straight to bed. This didn't bother me or anything like that because I didn't think that I had any reason for it to bother me.

After some time (like 6 years) my parents got divorced. This was very hard for, but I found some way to get through. During the first year of the separation my relationship with my father was really going down hill. I couldn't really see eye to eye with him because I felt that he left my little sister and I. But after some time I grew up and noticed that all of this was happening for the better of things.

But now I grown very close with him. He's the Man. I mean i feel good around him whenever I'm around him. I find myself in awe with some of the things that he has accomplished as a person. I hope to accomplish at least half of the things that he has done. But forget about his success. I want to talk about all the love that my dad has in his heart. I can't even describe it.

For some reason I can't wait to call him up at night and just talk about whatever. I find myself counting down the hours until nine o'clock: which is the time that I usually call him up. No matter how bad or good my day has gone, talking with him makes everything so much better.