Something has struck me today as I was talking to a friend.
I was saying I was going to get a tattoo of an anchor made up of the lyrics from BigCityDreams since Christofer Drew Ingle is my idol and inspiration. She said she'd get one too, but for her parents like Chris did.
I realized if I would get a tattoo for anyone, it would be for my mom. My father isn't really anything to me. Just a part of my life every child needs. I was never a child, always grew up too quick, but still managed to take it out at school during Drama class. He's always seemed like a robot to me. My dad, that is. An emotionless drone that only gets excited for my three sisters. My oldest sister is Romantically and socially perfect as well as great at sports. My second oldest sister is academically and gives good advice. My younger sister is great on musical instruments and awesome at science. As for me? I can act. I can sing. I get A's and B's, but not in the subject he likes. My sisters have always done what he likes them to do. He never wanted me to act, never wanted to hear about my dramatic life with my friends, never wants to hear me sing. Always slaps on a fake smile after a play I do and says "You did great!" Of course, I never liked baseball or Coca Cola like he does. The only thing we have in common is our genes and I'm so far away from him it's like I'm just another toy train he has to fix up to be to his perfection. My mother takes me as I am. Always has. Never faked anything. She's always been there for me. Told me she loves me and always claps the loudest at my performances and never hesitates to embarrass me, though I don't mind.
Truth is, when my father dies, though it may seem harsh, I might not feel anything at all. My mother will have lost the love of her life. My sisters will have lost a father. I would have lost nothing but a nauseating pain in the a**.
 esperanato · Fri Apr 06, 2012 @ 06:21am · 0 Comments |
