‘fatherless’ is Googled around 22,000 times per month globally.
I don’t know who my father is and I’m not sure I’d ever taken the time to care had I not been introduced to the very western idea that fatherless children are sociological cripples living one-dimensional lives. Or it could be that I’ve had to fill out one too many forms where my only option was to leave some spaces blank. But, in my mind and on the verge of my tongue, I’ve always had a story to tell—a father figure to paint as having been there for me, if not always when I needed him, at least when I needed him the most. One father, I’ve carried in my pocket for quite some time. Having never really known him—it was his small wallet sized headshot that increased in value overtime—until I don’t know what I’d do if I had to stop supposing he could be the one. Then there was the resident father. The one who could tell me what to do and follow-up with threats of violence should I foolishly decide not to follow his lead. Most of the time, in the village, he was physically there. We all lived together. Him, my mom, and all ten of us children.
- The Fatherless Children (keepitdeen.wordpress.com)
- Supplemental Father Figures – Single Parenting (everydayfamily.com)
- Essays for Merced’s Father of the Year due Friday (mercedsunstar.com)
- Eating Together by Li-Yoiung Lee :Murjoni Merriweather (englisheleven56.wordpress.com)