Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
In one way, I haven’t seen you in two months. The day I picked you up on the side of the road in New Orleans. I only saw you for 19 minutes because that is how long it took to drive you to the airport to catch a flight I asked mom to get for you to go stay with your caviling family in Tennessee. I hated the thought of you going there. I could picture the soft grins you would receive served with a quick up-down glance. I gave you a hug when you got out of the car and those words, “Love you princess”, fell off your lips. I smiles and sent you off while swallowing cold heavy stones so you wouldn’t see me cry. Then you leave. A small bag in your hand and a smaller one on your back- those holding your only belongings.
