The half drawn curtain moved as my father came in my room to wake me. I still remember the way the sun would hit his eyes so perfectly a beam of energy flowed into me due to the eye contact we held. I remember jumping out of bed to hide in order to attempt to scare my father before he came in to wake me. I remember the fresh scent of his clothes as he'd hug me and send me off to school. I remember his rusty brown car that smelled of exhaust with its leather seats pealing that I loved riding in with the windows down. I remember the little things he'd tell me that would make my day. I remember the kisses of love he gave that over powered my face. I remember the times he would discipline me and say, "This is gonna hurt me more then it hurts you." I remember when he pulled out my tooth so fast I didn't even realize he had and began to cry at the thought of him doing it. I remember the trips to Mexico's beaches when he would keep his distance from the crashing waves due to the fact that he couldn't swim. I remember him dedicating the song, "Little Miss Magic" to me. I remember the faithful day of learning how to ride my bike, I was terrified, but he reassured me I could do it and sure enough he was right. I remember having someone that would listen and believe every word that I said, or at least act like it. I remember being excited to get out of school so i could get back home. I remember being proud to be a daddy's girl. I remember the smile on his face. I remember how everyday at 6 o'clock we'd sit around the table and tell about our days. I remember when he was clean.I remember when he was my hero. I remember that this is only the past and that I need to face the reality. For me personally I'd rather remember my dad as the amazing, kind, silly, and protective guy that he is. I want to hold on to the good memories forever and let the bad fade away over time. I want to continue having faith in the man that he could be. I want to believe that it's possible for change. I still remember how the half drawn curtain would move as my father came to wake me.
