Now let's see how my holiday was. Well my dad didn't show up. Kind of ruined the whole day for me. I waited until almost 3pm to open my presents. He is always here on Christmas. So where was he? I don't know and Mom won't say, I don't think she knows either. That's what makes it worst. I wanted my dad there. I haven't seen him in months and I was hoping to see him but no. I guess I'll see him when I see him. Which would probably be never. Not that I care. If he doesn't want to be my dad then what does it matter.
