#different tone

[klen7]

[susurrusilously]

oh god damn, we're playing scrap the chapter and try again... again

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Second Guessing Alter Again? The Top Stress-free Parenting Tip That Ends This Till doomsday

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[feztheshep]

might as well watch that Gravity Falls episode I missed a month ago too

[apextaco]

Repeating things in a different tone, funny stuff.

[cooooolkidsdontdie09]

"it is not what you say, it is how you say it."

[mnapples-blog]

Angel, Sr.

"Daddy, do you think I can have a birthday party this year?"

At seven years old, you could already tell where my priorities were. My dad looked at me as if he knew something I didn't. He informed me very quickly:

"You were born on Tuesday. You only celebrate your birthday if it lands on the day you were born."

"...Oh...ok." I wanted to know why I had had six birthdays up until that point, if that was the case.

--

(Disclaimer: I'm not proud of this next one. I apologize in advance, and sincerely ask that you don't judge me until I'm through.)

I jumped into my dad's car from my grandma's front yard. She waved at me and my sister as we drove off. I didn't like leaving my grandma's house, but at the same time, it wasn't as if I totally loved being there. My grandma decided to take up being a foster parent, so while I was there, I shared a room with a complete stranger, who changed every so often. One month it was a three year old, another week it was a boy the same age I was named Jesse. You get the point.

Really, I just wanted my mom to come back from Florida. She left very late at night and told me she would come back when the time is right. As the door closed, my grandma sat me down in a big, comfortable chair and gave me a cup of coffee. I was five.

If I didn't like being at my grandma's house, I hated being at my dad's house. Looking back, I can't put my finger on the reason why...at least, before Lily and Kevin. But I'll get to them later.

I had been behaving especially poorly that weekend. At least, I must have been, for the following to happen.

"Angel, you behave like this all the time. You're so spoiled by your grandma. It's not good for you. It's like she tells you to behave bad with me or something."

I hated it when my father pulled me into living room to have the talks that would last hours. They were always about me and my issues, which I suppose must have been many.

My young self tapped his feet together. They didn't even reach the floor yet. His eyes looked up at my dad and looked back down at the floor as he realized that Angel Senior was giving him a death stare of sorts.

"Why do you behave like this?"

Because I don't like being here. I just want to go live with my grandma.

That's what I should have answered with. It was better than what I actually said.

"If you tell me why you behave so badly, I'll go get you the Gameboy you wanted."

"Mom tells me to," I said before I seriously thought about it. (I've always called my grandma Mom. Just for your reference.) I specifically remember he was the one who suggested such a ridiculous idea-I was just enraptured by the thought of the Gameboy I had been wanting for such a long time.

That afternoon, we went to Wal-Mart and he bought me the dumb thing. I was so busy playing it all evening that I didn't even hear him on the phone with my grandma.

The next time I went to her house, she dropped what she was doing and gave me a look. The Gameboy suddenly felt a million pounds heavier in my backpack.

She sat down in the living room and just cried.

I ran to my room, threw myself onto my bed, and cried. I got the Gameboy out and threw it to the other side of the room. I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, my grandma had my mom on the phone from Florida so I could explain exactly what happened.

I had to tell my dad that I had lied about them, and he took my Gameboy and hid it in one of the closets in our apartment. That was always my punishment. Getting stuff taken away. My buzz lightyear, my toy bolt-action rifle...in my later years, my DS and phone, my television, Gamecube...

And so it was a constant feud in which I found myself in the middle. Along with my sister, for sure, though. Most of the time. (We fought a lot.)

My dad hardly ever mentioned my mom's side of the family. All he ever said was "Your grandma hates me." "Your aunt Hilda is crazy. She hates me, too." "Your abuelo Abraham was my best friend. I think he's re-incarnated in your little cousin."

You know, those first few years weren't so bad, honestly. The childish me just didn't like rules. He didn't like court-ordered therapy, either.

I remember so many Transformers. I was allowed to play with them while she talked to me. I don't know what she was expecting to get out of me as long as I was holding Optimus Prime, but hey, I'm no Child Psych major. I would just say what I thought I should say until the time was up. I also remember she would give me and my sister bubble gum that would last until we got home. No more, and no less.

Eventually, things cooled down, and I got into the rhythm of things. I say that because I truly never got used to it. But I was close, at least until Lily came.

My dad called me into his room. He had been talking to my sister for a very long time, and she was sitting on his bed, crying. I believe I was seven or eight.

"This is Lily." He showed me a picture. I didn't get it.

"I met her on the airplane." Adriana's crying increased slightly in intensity. "You know how I just got back from El Salvador last week?"

"We're going to get married, and you're going to have a new brother named Kevin."

--

I liked Anthony and Oscar. Over the phone anyway. And Oscar, Senior? He was amazing. A great guy.

Lily? I didn't speak Spanish very well. I barely understood her, and I couldn't adequately respond to her. I was also biased against her cooking. I hated all of it. And the way he called her "wifey." Gave me the goosebumps. Kevin? He was a cute baby. But I was jealous. I was so jealous of him. He got everything. Where did all this money come from? I needed clothes. I needed clothes desperately. But Kevin needed this, and that.

I was so jealous.

--

I'm sure if they were just family friends, I would have like them just fine. But my dad just threw them onto us like a pile of clothes to fold. I couldn't handle it.

--

"Lily's going to back to El Salvador for a while."

"Why?"

"Say goodbye, guys."

I gave her a hug, mostly because I thought I was supposed to.

"Is Kevin going too?"

"Yes."

I was halfway out the door when I jumped back inside and pulled out a guardian angel lapel pin that my grandma had given to me. I offered it to her.

"Para ti!"

"No gracias, mijo. Aguantalo. Va, pues, adios."

I left it on the counter just in case she would change her mind.

And I haven't seen them since.

--

"Angel, call your dad, it's getting late."

I was annoyed. One week with my mom, one week with my dad. The cycle of things. Everything was not OK. The entire summer, I had been going back and forth with my dad about whether or not I was to return to Faith Baptist in the fall for my eleventh grade year. He kept saying: "I'll tell you later." He said it every time I asked.

It was too late for enrollment at El Camino, the public school of my choice, so I was hoping he would spring it on me that he was just going to pay for Faith. He is well above able to do so.

I called and called and called that Friday evening.

"It's ok, Papa, maybe he just wants you to stay the weekend..."

School would start that Thursday. I cried and told her that I was scared. I wanted to go back to Faith. I didn't know why, though. Not then.

My grandpa came to our house and told me not to worry about it. He said not to worry about it. We would go to Faith as soon as possible, enroll, and worry about tuition later.

That Tuesday, I took the last spot in the eleventh grade, showed up on Wednesday for scheduling, and attended school the next day as if nothing happened.

On Friday evening, I received a call from an unknown number.

"Did you call?"

"...Yes...Daddy, I told you. You needed to let me know about the school..."

"I told you you weren't going. You were supposed to enroll at ElCo-"

I cut him off.

"No. That is not what you said. You said you would tell me later...Look, why didn't you pick me up on Friday? At least then we could have made arrangements somewhere else."

"I had to leave the country."

"You had to what? Where did you go?"

"I can't tell you."

I looked at my mom who was driving next to me. We were at a red light, so she glanced back. She could tell things were getting out of hand.

"Why not?"

"It's none of your business."

"...I think in this context, it's a little bit my business, daddy. I'm not asking you to pay for the school right now, just for you to tell me where you went. You didn't even tell me you were leaving..."

"It's none of your business. I left the country because it was either then or never. Sorry."

We pulled up to my house and I hung up my phone. My mom guided me to her room where I lost it. I lost it completely. I was literally on the floor, crying. I was yelling at my dad who wasn't there. My mom looked on, kind of bewildered. She wasn't expecting him to do something like that.

Over the next few months, I would go up to my mom and hug her and just keep crying. She would cry with me, but she was only crying because she saw me as such a wreck. She would say, "He's not worth crying over. If he really cared, he would've stayed. You can see where his priorities are now, so now you show him yours. You show him that you don't need the help he isn't even offering."

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Father's Day has always been weird for me. Always. It's weird, and unfair, but I have always felt as if I have had to force myself to love my father. I don't think I ever completely got it right.

Things are different now. Not better. Just different. I sent him a card. I told him I was praying for him. He came to my graduation. He asked to take a picture with me, said, "Thanks," then left.

Today, he took me out with my sister. I don't know how to describe it. I really don't know. I'm forcing myself to be the right kind of testimony, and that's all. He's just there.

Today someone asked me why I didn't come to church this morning.

"Please stop talking."

It ruined my night. I felt so uncomfortable. After the service, I tried to be around people, but it was bad. So I just went away. I waited for an hour before someone actually came to pick me up.

For those of you with parents that are still together, please don't take advantage of it. I would kill for what my half-brothers even have the privilege of having. Those of you who have split parents with a dad that's still involved: not as good, but it's something. If your dad has passed, just pray for peace. Immerse yourself in memories.

And if your dad is just, gone: look at what you do have. Who you have. You know?

The moral of this story is, just don't take your family for granted, you know?

And so, Father's day was a bit of a bummer. What can I say?

He raised me well. But he stumbled a little towards the end. Learn vicariously. Finish strong. Finish everything strong.