I keep smiLing. I nearLy aLways smiLe about something. But I am stiLL deepLy hurt over my parent’s bitter, aLmost ugLy, separation of severaL years ago. Since then, my dad has Let me down over and over again.I am hurt everytime I go to friend’s house and sees my friend’s parents together. I am hurt everytime I hear about a father and daughter doing something together. I am hurt everytime a professor mentions famiLy. I am hurt every day.
But every day I go to schooL, hang in, raises my hand now and then, and do my best to get the job done. And i smiLe. ALmost nobody knows how much pain is stiLL inside behind my smiLe. I hang in and stays in touch with God, even though “father” is not a word with happy memories for me.

