My Dad
Not having a dad while I was growing up. It’s not that bad I still had my mom, that’s better than having anybody

My dad died when I was 2 years old. Some guy had shot him when he was getting gas with my uncle. He said the guy ran as fast a bat out of hell.

The police caught the guy and took him to away. I think they killed him because he had ran away and he was shooting at them.

My uncle came back and told us what had happened. I was to little to understand what had happened, but now that I am older I know.

I always think about this, I wonder what was father is like I want to me him and get to know him. My mom tells me a lot of things about him. I also wonder if they were lying to me to cover up the things he really was doing. I guess because they didn’t want me to do the same.