A child doesn't know better when they are young; they are still learning as they grow. When I was nine I learned a lot of cuss words. When I was twelve I learned to not be so shy. When I was sixteen I learned geometry. Now I'm seventeen and I'm learning how to live life to the best moments with no regrets. However, when I was four I learned what a dad was, who he was, and what he was like.
In pre-school, I looked around at other boys and girls who were about my age and saw these tall, big men standing with them or carrying them. I've seen men like this walking around Wal-mart with a lady beside them about their age, but that is their wife. Who were these men with these kids? I looked at my mom in curiosity and she looked straight ahead with watery eyes as some man with a stethoscope is checking a child's heart. Is that kid going to have a heart attack? The next thing I knew everyone was clapping and some other man went up with a little boy holding a big dog on a leash with a red bag on the dog's back. He introduced himself as a search and rescue man. Did some kid get stolen and he has to go search? I looked at my mom again and she looked down at me. "Who that people mom?" My grammar wasn't that great. "Oh, their dad." I was confused. Dad? "What that?" I guess my face looked funny as I asked because she laughed. "A man who creates children like you with other girls like me." That was it. I was a lost child in the forest. Maybe that search and rescue guy can do his job here. "I thought I fall out of the sky and you catched me mom?" "No, the man that helped me create you was your dad." She smiled like she had to instead of wanting to. "Where is he then?" "He is watching over us in this place called heaven." My mom isn't very blunt about things. She doesn't give much details when she should. "Why did he leave us? Tell him come back so I can have a dad like them." That struck her heart, hard. "He can't come back. The angels took him because it was time for him to leave this Earth. But he told me to tell you that he loves me, you, and your brother a lot. He'll be guiding us as we go through life and watch you grow. He's with us at this very moment, but you just can't see him." I looked around and felt as if someone is watching me. "I love him too. But I love you more!" I gave my mom a big hug. Now that I'm seventeen I understand everything. My dad died when my mom was just a month pregnant of me. He was in the army for twenty seven years and fought in the Vietnam war twice. My dad never knew about me, but I believe he does now and has been watching my mom, my brother, and myself as we go through the rough times and "fairy-tail" times. I wonder at times what life would be like if he was still here. I may have not met him, but I still love him for giving me life, giving my mom and brother whatever he had so they can have a good life, and for guiding me through the hard times.