I'm Only Yours

"How did my dad look like? Where and when did u first met him?" I started asking it to my mom. "You are too young too get this, baby. When you will grow, I will tell u but for now just sleep or else you won’t be able to woke up in the morning". My mom always said that to me. I wonder why she never really wanted to talk with me about my dad. I was always too young for her to talk to me about it. I wonder when will that perfect time come when she will tell me everything. I really love my mom, and she means a lot to me, but I want to know about my dad too.

There is one guy called, Jess, in my college, who always bothers me with his stupid comments and makes fun of me. I hate him so much. He is starting to ask me stupid questions about my dad, and I can’t even answer any of this questions, and these days he is starting to bother and annoy me a lot. Goss, why doesn’t he just leave me alone. Is it that hard? I wonder what’s his problem. My 17 birthday is coming soon, and I am gonna ask my mom about my dad on my birthday, and I’m sure she is gonna have to let me know the truth.

"Mom, I wanna ask u something for my birthday, could u give it to me?" I asked sounding excited. I was praying inside, that my mom would say ok, and I will be able to ask her about my dad.

"Honey, you know, we are not that rich and I can’t afford to buy u expensive stuff".
"Mom, the thing that I want might be hard for you to give but its not expensive things or any thing like that. Just promise me that you will give it to me, then I’m gonna tell you what it is." I was being really excited while my mom seemed a little sad.

"Okay, I will give it to you if I can", She promised.

"Mom, I wanna know about my dad. I mean what he was like and what type of person he was. How did you first meet him and everything", I asked hoping that mom would tell me everything.

"I knew that you were going to ask me this (she looked a little sad and started looking towards the floor). He was really handsome. His eyes were like yours, blue-green. I met him at the shopping mall. He was there with his friend. When I first looked at him, I started falling in love with him, and he too was in love with me. It was love for first sight. Later, we started hanging out with each other. (She paused, started crying, then continued) After we made love with each other, I found out that he was married, and he said that he never really loved me and he loved his wife. (She stopped then again continued) When I told him that I was pregnant, he said that it wasn’t his. There were lots of other things that happened and he hurt me a lot. When I remember what he did to me, I start to hate him. It’s just so hard. I don’t ever want to see him again, and I’m sure he doesn’t wanna see me either. I even hate talking about him. That’s why I never wanted to let u know about it but since u asked, I had to" (then she went to her room. She returned to my room after 3 minutes with dad’s picture in her hand) "I thought u would wanna see who your father is so I had saved one of his pictures for you. Here it is." She handed me the picture and left the room. When she left the room, I locked it, and started crying. I hated the fact that my father had betrayed my mom. I hated everything related to him. I looked once at his picture, burned it, and threw the ash into the dustbin. I hated him, like my mom did. I guess not as much as she did but I still hated him for not being there for me when I needed him.