Today is Father’s Day, but what man do I call to say “Happy Father’s Day” to? I have never met the man who helped bring me into this earth. Even a few will call their mothers and say “Happy Father’s Day Mom”, because she was the father and the mother in their lives. But whom do I call upon? I was raised in the foster care system, in shelter homes; group homes; in homes where I was not really wanted, and in places where the walls where saturated with darkness.
…Oh, I know whom I should call: The State of Florida. Thank you for taking care of me in my fatherless years, Happy Father's Day. You have taught me so much: to manipulate situations; to trust no one;not to depend on anyone but myself; always sleep with my money in my socks; to wear two extra pairs of underwear 'cause we had some weird boys in the group homes. I also learned that if one of the guys got into a fight in an outing, everyone else fought too. But most importantly, that if I wanted to have sex, the shelter van was always open after midnight (take a condom). Thank you for everything; it sure came in handy…NOT!
…Oh, I know whom I should call: The State of Florida. Thank you for taking care of me in my fatherless years, Happy Father's Day. You have taught me so much: to manipulate situations; to trust no one;not to depend on anyone but myself; always sleep with my money in my socks; to wear two extra pairs of underwear 'cause we had some weird boys in the group homes. I also learned that if one of the guys got into a fight in an outing, everyone else fought too. But most importantly, that if I wanted to have sex, the shelter van was always open after midnight (take a condom). Thank you for everything; it sure came in handy…NOT!