Waiting

I have never met my father, I put this front up to my mother that I never want to either, because I'm afraid to hurt her, but deep down I think about him everyday and when I look at pictures of my mom and I when I look nothing like her. I look just like my father, from what I can tell in pictures so I think about him almost everytime I look in the mirror. I just want to know why I wasn't good enough for him to keep but his other kids were. I don't understand why I was left and the other two weren't. I'm confused and alone

I feel like I can connect to this book because my dad left me and my mom for another woman when I was only 3 years old, so I don't remember him that well, almost everyday I ask myself "why". this is just how I feel! keep the great writing I love it!

I crossed your website today and touch my heart. I want to share with you a poem that I wrote for my dad couple years ago.
VIETNAM WAR
An American Daughter Left Behind
Where are you now, dad?
Why you left me?
When you left me, I was a child.
For 40 years have passed.
Where are you now, dad?
When you left me behind, others to take your placed.
Carrying your blood and walking with your green eyes.
The tears of joy steamed down to my face.
I touch the piece of information and place it in my heart.
All these years, I am wondering if you'd look for me!

Love your daughter's DiemMybornbienhoa.

By: Thuy N Phan 8/11/2011