#I learned to forgive and forget

It was about two weeks ago I had seen my father again since I was a little girl I was now 20 years , a college student , with my own place , and working like a independent young lady. He looked the same but just a little bit older. And my brother still had his face. I was out eating with some of my friend s at Perkins restaurant; we all were having a good time. Chewing our faces. Until my friend Gabriella said omg! He looks just like your brother Maine .I turned around and there he was. That’s my dad I said try to gasp for air. He walked over to us I pinched Gabriella. Why did you have to be so loud? Hi daughter he said. I couldn’t believe my ears .I couldn’t believe he remembered me. He gave me his number and told me to call him anytime I feel like talking or just hanging out. I smiled at the number. I still remembered when he ignored me and my mom when I was a little girl. But that was years ago. It was a new year. And I wasn’t going to waste time holding anger in at him. Life is too short for that. Because I realized that him not being my life hasn’t affected me on how I carry myself. Or being successful in the future I did it without him. But just having a father around someone you can call dad puts a smile on my face.