Daddy just didn't know how to show love. It was Mom who held the family together.
He just went to work every day and came home; she'd have a list of sins
we'd committed and he'd scold us about them.
Once when I stole a candy bar, he made me take it back and tell the man
I stole it and that I'd pay for it. But it was Mom who understood I was just a kid.
I broke my leg once on the playground swing and it was Mom who held me in her arms
all the way to the hospital. Dad pulled the car right up to the door of the emergency
room and when they asked him to move it saying the space was reserved for emergency vehicles,
He shouted, “What do you think this is? A tour bus?”
At my birthday parties, Dad always seemed sort of out of place, He just busied himself blowing
up balloons, setting up tables, and running errands, it was Mom who carried the cake with the
candles on it for me to blow out.