I have to be careful what I say. Mommy and Daddy will read this before I send it. They read everything I do on the computer. My Friends think that is not fair, but I don’t mind. I like knowing that Mommy and Daddy both care about me.
I am still not used to Daddy being around. Meeting him was a dream of mine for years. I love my Mommy. We live in Grass Lake, Michigan. I can even show you right where it is on my hand if you want. The house we live in is my Nana house. Aunt Erin lives there, too. My best friends live down the street. But my Daddy…. I had never even seen a picture of him before this summer. Mommy never even talked about him very much. When I was really, about four or five, I would ask questions. Mommy almost always cried after we talked about Daddy. I didn’t like to make her cry like that. One time, I asked Aunt Erin about him. She just made a funny, growling kind of noise, like she didn’t want to talk about it. And Nana—well, she gets confused easily so I didn’t know if she would even know what I was talking about. My friends had Daddies, and I wanted one, too. When the school started talking about having a Daddy-Daughter Dance, I really began to miss my own Daddy. But I figured I was never going to meet him.
Then one day, I met him. I came home from school and he was just THERE! Mommy always said that Jesus can do anything, just tell Him what you want and He can give it to you. She said that is called a miracle. I don’t know about that, but I know I prayed for my Daddy all the time. When I met him, it felt like a dream come true.
Barrett Bell-Matthews
