Some days, I could remember waking up, wishing that I knew my dad. I remember skipping class and being bad. I never really had anybody to look up too. Everyday my mama had money missing, and I never wanted that. Thinking about all the times my dad said he was coming and never did. I wish I knew the real him before it got so bad. I remember crying myself to sleep because I never knew how we would make it. I never had what them other kids had, I made the best of what I had, and the best of what I didn't. I tried so hard and I thought to myself "damn its getting real" but I had to face it....my daddy was addicted.