"My Friend Flicka"

Technically, that's the name of the book, the movie is just "Flicka", but still. It's my Mom's favorite book, and the movie is pretty good, too. It always makes me cry. The very end, right before the credits roll, but after the actual movie is over, they have a slideshow with the main credits and a song that I'm assuming is called "My Little Girl". I love the slideshow, because it's of girls and their horses, and the song is really pretty, too. It always gets me though, because I know my Dad doesn't feel that way about me. I know he loves me, that's not in question, but I have a feeling he feels about me pretty much how I feel about him. He's my Dad, and I love him, but I don't particularly like him as a person. I love him as my Dad, but he's not really a nice person. I think he loves me because I'm his daughter, his blood, but that's why he loves me. That's the only reason. Maybe he just doesn't know how to show it, that's what my Mom says, but I'm not so sure. He is one of the most selfish people I've ever met. And I'm not being mean, I'm not exaggerating, I'm stating a fact. My parents tried for 10 years before they were able to have me. Then, once I was born, my Dad realized that the attention that was once all his, was now being shared with me as well. So, he had an affair with the woman in Human Resources, and got divorced from my Mom. Sabrina, that's my step-mom, was the "other woman". She had been married 3 times before. She already had a son, but she shipped him off to his grandmother, so she could get married to my Dad. Jeremy, my stepbrother, moved back in with his mom and my Dad when he was about 15. My Dad lived in his own house, a little duplex, right after my parents got divorced. Then, one night, (Sabrina was "sleeping over"), the people above had gone on vacation, and their toilet overflowed. I don't know exactly how, but I know there was 6 inches of water on the floor when they (my Dad, and whoever he called to fix it) went up there. I woke up to voices from outside my door. Mind you, I was about 5 at the time, so I was wearing my Barbie nightgown, and I had an altered sense of reality. So, I open my bedroom door, and see Dad and Sabrina in the kitchen. (Duplexes are really small, if you didn't know, so I could see the kitchen from my room.) In the hall, living room, and kitchen are trash cans and coolers slowly filling with brown water dripping from the ceiling. Suddenly, a ceiling tile comes loose and falls, directly onto Sabrina's head. (This is my Mom's favorite part of the story.) Dad tells me to put some pants on, because the gnats are really bad outside, but to go stand outside. I put my stretchy pants on (remember, I'm 5, I have stretchy pants) and go outside. I stand there for about 10 seconds, then grab my (pink) bike helmet, put it on, and run back inside. I don't really remember the rest of this night. I have a lot of nice memories from this house, though. I told this story, though, to show why my Dad now lives in Sabrina's big house in The-Middle-Of-Nowhere: Ridgeland, SC. Sabrina owns this house, and has, since before she even knew my Dad. It has a very nice screened in swimming pool. Sabrina cannot swim. At all. She won't even get in the shallow end. Says it's too cold. I've seen her in it twice, that I can remember. Honestly. And I'm there most of summer, normally. So, yeah. Jeremy moved out like 3 years ago. He now (last I heard) lives in the ghetto of Detroit, Michigan, in a hotel, and works for some Muslim dude selling car parts. So, as you can see, he really made something of himself.

Anyway, that's just some background on my Dad, who my Mom sometimes calls Peter Pan, because he refuses to grow up. Only cares for himself.

So, on that (very happy) note, goodnight! -me