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My Father.
Memories.
I was told by my mom that when I was born, my dad was not in the room, and my grandfather was. My dad was an over the road truck driver. He hauled potatoes. I remember being young and getting to go with him. We would get to all go. I would love to either sit on his lap and “drive” or sit on the dog house. I remember one trip. It was nighttime, and we had the game crocodile dentist. When it was dark, I was terrified of that thing. I imagined it coming to life and eating me. There was another time I got a lifesaver stuck to the roof of my mouth. Being in the truck with him is one of the greatest memories I have. My favorite place to go was Arkansas, just because I couldn’t say it right. He gave up his trucking business, and we moved to a new state. The reason was a new start, due to my mom cheating.
He started at a foundry. He worked all the time. My parents divorced, and dad got custody of my brother and I. Dad put us in therapy to help work through everything. He never kept us from mom, but she hardly came around because husband number 2 and his kids came before us. It was hard. Then it got to where she was around more, but I refused to go. My dad eventually met someone and asked us kids if he could marry her. We were fine with it she seemed nice enough. She came over from another country, and they got married. She got pregnant with my little brother.
