is not feasible in my opinion. Finally, after all these years, my father Joined our family. I’m not sure what to believe or feel. In a way I’m happy, but there’s also a part of me that feels angry and cheated. I’ll always remember the day he left, even if it seemed like it was just yesterday. That I was a child at the time, but I still vividly remember how confused and sad I was when my father ran away and never came back. I thought about why my results were so bad over the years. I thought if I was a better daughter, He might decide to stay with us. Now that he’s back, I’m out of words when it comes to talking to him. Part of me wants to yell at him and ask where he’s been for the past few weeks. But There’s also a part of me that wants to hug him and tell him how much I miss him. Moving on…