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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Father (as in paternal parent, not God) (04/10/08)

TITLE: THROUGH HIS EYES
By Kathleen Morris
04/15/08


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I never intended to run away, but that is exactly what I did.

The moment my daughter was born, I panicked. I thought Iíd be tied down forever and my life was over. If she had come at a different time, perhaps I would have been better able to handle it.

But I am a coward.

Looking back on it now, Iím not sure if I even fully understand the repercussions of my own brainless behaviour. The damage that I did to her by not being there all her life can never be fixed.

Why am I such a loser?

Will she ever love me? Can she ever forgive me? The answer isnít simple. Perhaps it would have been simple when she was just a toddler, learning how to talk. I could have made things right if I had just forced myself to be there when she called out my name for the first time.

But I missed my chance.

I wonder about her often, but my own selfishness gets in the way every time. Iíd rather swig down my beer or puff on my cigarette than call her. Regret consumes me but I cover it by pretending that she doesnít even exist.

Iím a good pretender.

All my life, I catch myself living that fantasy again. Me, doing the family thing, holding my daughterís little hands and swinging her in circles as she giggles with glee. But that little girl doesnít exist anymore. She has become someone else, someone disturbed.

Because of me.

I cry to God for mercy, but he doesnít turn back the clock. This history is my thorn and he wonít pluck it from me. I canít do anything but move forward in my own demise, lonely and impoverished.

I am empty.

I open my Bible on the days that I am able, and God speaks to me. He tells me that I am forgiven, but I donít feel that way. I try to believe it, but I am ashamed. I hang my head embarrassed, for I am a pathetic excuse of a man.

A worthless man.

I blame. I blame all the time. I blame my old man for my own dilemma. It is his fault I turned out this way. I didnít even know how to love someone because he never taught me. How could I do something I knew nothing about?

It wasnít my fault.

But then it really hit me the day I surrendered it all. God should have been my example all along. I could have used his reflection to learn how to be there for my baby girl. I laughed out loud as I shouted the most profound lesson of my life.

ďHow could I be so blind?Ē


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Beth LaBuff 04/18/08
This is interesting. It's almost like you've interspersed lines of poetry between your paragraphs. I like it. Your realization that your main characters comes to, in your last paragraph, is very good. I like this, "God should have been my example all along." The lesson he learned is one we all need to be reminded of. Thanks!
Christine Dunn04/22/08
Well written. I liked the interspersed doubts and guilt he felt.
Helen Dowd 04/22/08
What a very sad tale, and well told...I felt sad for the father. I felt sad for the daughter who never knew her dad. Your story ended well, but I am left wondering: Did the father ever reveal himself to his little girl--I presume, now grown? I hope so...Well done!..Helen