Fair

  He was never there for me. And when he was it was only because my mom told him to go to the fourth grade graduation ceremony, or a spelling bee, or  a Christmas play, but never because he actually wanted to go.
  He would come home from work and eat his dinner in almost silence, never carrying on conversations with me, just watching the news. After dinner, he would go to a computer or to bed. Hardly ever did anything with us.
  I hear my mom and him fight sometimes. I always take my mom's side. She makes dinner. She washes the dishes. She does the laundry. She vacuums the house. Usually after their fights, he would start helping out. After about a week though, he would stop. My mom would compare us. Whenever I messed up, she would say, "I know where you get it from" or call me a "Daddy's Little Girl."
  It isn't fair, that's what I think. It isn't fair for my mom, it isn't fair for my brother, or my sister, or me. It isn't fair when he asks me for help, when half the time, he won't even bother helping us. It isn't fair to me that I don't have a father that's there for me the way other girls' fathers are there for them. It isn't fair I'm the daughter of a hipocrit. It will never be enough to tell me he loves me once a week instead of everyday. It isn't fair.

Sorry. I was upset when I wrote this so its not as good... :-/