Dear “father,”
          You don’t even deserve that title. You are not my father. You are the one who helped create the cells that became me. I have some of your traits and sadly your last name, although I don’t go by it anymore. You think you are a father because you were there for part of my life but you are not a father to me nor my sister. A father does not walk away from his youngest child. A father would not treat me the way that you did. If anyone says you are my father they are wrong. You have done nothing for me. I have a man in my life, he is my father. He is everything you never were. Unlike you he cares, not only does he care but he doesn’t give up. He’s not a coward and he’s not an idiot.
             So what is a father? Is your father the one who pulls you close and onto his lap when you go to kiss him goodnight? Or maybe it’s the one who sees past the fake smile, could it be the one who accepts you no matter what? My father has been there for my hardest times. You sir are not my father. Show the world who you really are. You are a coward, you don’t deserve me in your life.
               When I realized who you really are I stopped calling you dad, you were just Bob after that. How does it feel knowing a call another man Dad? How does it feel knowing I don’t want your last name anymore? How does it feel knowing you lost me? Tell me, how does it feel knowing you aren’t really a father?