Divorced.

" Don't you have a father?" a question that I had to oppose everyday. Ever since I had developed a longing for a father, I had realized that one could not function without the presence of his father. Everyday I had to defy all the criticisms that my own friends bestowed upon me. However, I knew that I would meet my father some day: the father that I had so longed for.
On January 19, 1994, my flight to America took off at approximately three in the morning. Outside, the sky was still dark. Stars were still shining as bright as ever. I sat in my seat patiently until the plane had landed. Su…