It sucks not knowing my dad, I think about him everyday.
But I wonder in my heart if he would have loved me anyway.
I wonder if he's out there, somwhere, just trying to find me.
Or is he sittin on his couch as happy as can be?
He's missed me growing up, and playing different sports.
He's never gotten the chance to take me shopping for shorts.
I wish I could see him, or at least give him a hug.
Or would he brush me off like I was an ugly bug?
Tears roll down my face, when I think of him.
But I also know my chances of finding him are slim.
In the end i'm grateful for at least knowing my mother.
She's always been here for me and thats why I love her.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah