This poem is true. My father walked out on me, my sister and my mother when I was two weeks old, When I turned three, I started to see him about once a month. Now I'm 14 and I see him about once every 2 months. He never listens to me, and he babies my older sister. I've never spoken to him about how much it hurt me, and I guess I never will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem