When I was little, you were the best.
I remember how we used to sing karaoke before bed.
When I was little, we always played Crash Bandicoot.
I remember “The Claw”, and how the only way for it to stop tickling me was to sing it a lullaby.
When I was little, I was a “Daddy’s Girl”.
I remember when we moved into Grandma’s, with such urgency.
When I was little, I always missed you when you were away.
I remember how we only got to see you on Sundays or our Birthdays.
When I was little, you meant a lot to me.
I remember that shameful thing you did to mom but I never really understood.
I’m not so little anymore and now I understand everything that happened.
I’m all grown up, I remember you said it wasn’t true.
I understand why you told us you had an accident and you can’t remember.
I’m all grown up, I know when you’re lying.
That’s why when you text me, I don’t really respond.
I’m all grown up, my brother is too.
You didn’t call on my birthday, but I’m glad you did on his.
I’m all grown up, I notice things.
Like how you bought Kari a really expensive ring, but you can’t pay child support.
I’m all grown up and I hate you, but you’re still my dad.
So I still tell you I love you.
Samuel, I wish you would realize that I know the truth.
Samuel, I wish you would realize how much it hurts us when you don’t call.
Samuel, I wish you were a better father, to your son, and to your daughter.