Dear dad, You hurt me. You hurt me a lot. I don’t remember how old I was the first time that you were supposed to come visit was but I remember being excited. You were a part of making me and I was going to get to meet you for the first time. You sent me a birthday card with horse stickers in it soon after I found out. Although I didn’t say to anyone other than my best friend, I did want to meet you and know who you were. You didn’t show up. I didn’t know when you were supposed to come but it didn’t matter because you didn’t bother.

Narrative Nonfiction