The doorbell rings. As I open the door, I hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs. “Who is it?” I asked. There was no response. As the person continued up the stairs, the man looked familiar. My heart dropped. Suddenly, mixed emotions of anger, hatred, and confusion came over me. It was my daddy. One of the most important memorable moments I can never forget was when my dad found us.
He left when I was nine, I was confused and sad. Then more confusion arose from the situation, my mom decided to move to Chicago to live a new life, start all over again, and have a clean slate. My brothers peeked to see who it was as I stood there, speechless. As soon as my brothers noticed the 5’6, big bellied man with orange hair, and a receding hairline, they ran towards him and gave him a big hug. I on the other hand, just stood there, not knowing what to do. Daddy just stood there and explained to us that he searched for the seven years since he left and since we left Guam. He said that he hired a private investigator just to search for our whereabouts. Not knowing what to say back, he just came up to me and hugged me and said that he will never lose us again. He kept his word.
To this day, we still keep in touch despite the hundreds and thousands of miles that keep us apart. When I was a little nine year old girl, I was daddy’s little girl. No matter what he went through and the rocky situations that happened in the past, I am still daddy’s little girl. Being his only daughter and being so attached to my dad, makes this one of the most memorable moments in my life.