My Son Has Been Talking to The Walls
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My father went missing when I was 19 years old. It was after a week-long argument with my mother resulting in my father being there the night before and gone by the morning. I was home during the summer break of my freshman year when it happened, and I have never felt so betrayed my whole life. He was supposed to be there to see me graduate college, to be there when I was feeling down and I needed to talk to someone, but all of those hopes were sliced away when I found out he took the easy way out.
It really wasn’t any different not having him around though; throughout my childhood he would go back and forth from Korea to America. He would be with us for a couple of months before finding another “great opportunity” and having to fly back to Korea. So when he decided to run away from our home I decided the best thing to do is to forget about that man in general.
When I went back to college I focused on my studies, and after three years I graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice. I met a lovely lady my sophomore year and once we both graduated we decided to get married. After we got married we settled into a cozy 2 bedroom apartment and lived our lives happily for the next 2 years.