Ok...

So this morning, I was -again- staring at the envelope that help my father's signature. or address. whatever. I decided that I'd save myself from the torture and I opened it.

Inside, was a card. It was a birthday card that said "Son-Happy 7th Birthday! You're growing up!" blah blah blah.

I am turning 17.....so here is my thanks:


Thanks Dad, you left us and sent me a card thats about ten years late! At least its one month early! --->Birthday is Sept. 8<---- So thank you!


I guess I'm furious. Its idiotic and bad parenting of my father.

Oh well, what can I expect? Him to come racing home from God knows where and hug me when I turn 17? When I'm used to being a "man"? What will he want to do? Play with my old hot wheels? Push me down a slide where I get stuck because its too little?

He's a little late for that, but at least my mum is still here. Haha


~Ash

PS. Thank your fathers and mums, you never know when they will leave. It can be like that *snaps fingers* and you will never see them again in your lifetime.