So I've thought as far back as I can remember without the help of my baby pictures. And all that comes up is this one day, my dad and mom were driving in the car going who knows where. I'm a toddler and I'm on my dad's lap pretending to drive. I don't remember if we were going down hills like most parents letting their kids drive. I also remember being at daycare. It was my birthday, the theme was NInja Turtles. Oh yeah, kick ass Ninja Turtles! My mom worked at the daycare and my father came to visit. It meant alot to me. I have pictures in my album of the awesomeness. And I remember my father having to go back somewhere and I cried for him to stay but he had to go. I don't remember why or never asked him about it but I do know I was sad. Feeling like the party was a waste. All the other kids try cheering me up but dad wasn't there. I remember my family coming back to our little apartment and finding we had been rob of things. Tv, radios, expensive stuff. While my parents were upset at everything missing, I had my toy gun jumping on their bed. I was happy we were safe. We changed the locks the next day. My parents divorced not long afterwards. I figure my mom wanted to stay in MA and my father wanted to go back to Puerto Rico. Maybe he left to take care of my grandma, Rose. I never asked why he left, I still wanted a dad. I saw him almost every summer.
Life moved on.