Laying here in my bed, dying, really makes me think of how my life was. It wasn't the worst life but then again it wasn't the best. Everything I've ever had in life I've gotten for myself. No one ever really helped me. I moved out out of my mothers home when I was 12 maybe 13, I lived on the streets mostly in boxes. I did it to myself mostly, but it was some what my mothers fault as well. I had over 150 jobs my entire life, and now everything I have is going to be passed down to all my young family. I understand that I wasn't the best person but I tried my hardest to do my best. So listen to my story.
When I was 17 I met your grandmother, she was 15. She was the prettiest person I've ever seen in all of my 17 years. I knew I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life. She wasn't too poor, but at the same time she wasn't rich. As where I was broke, working 4 jobs at a time just to try and save money for a home. I bumped into her once at the fish market and she told me I smelled like fish and smiled. I knew right then, she was all but perfect. I saw her not even 20 minutes later walking down the street trying to find a bathroom, so I pointed her in the right direction and since that day I saw her all the time.
I never once went a day without seeing her, and when it happened, my entire day went to shambles. I walked around everywhere I think she might be, and I didn't see her at all, not even a shimmer of hope passed through my mind. I waited at the fish market for over 6 hours then decided it was time to go back to the alley where I was staying. I went to bed that night not knowing what happened to her.
About a week later I saw her, she had gotten a bit chubby. I forgot to say that we had kanoodled when we met. I didn't think anything of it. She saw me and ran, she was crying. That's when I knew I was going to be a father. She invited me to live with her at her house, it wasn't but 6 minutes away from my work, so I accepted. We figured that we should marry and tell her family as well as mine. That was going to be the tough part, waiting to tell them.
About 7 months later we were already married in secret, and went to see her parents. As we were approaching their house, they were waiting outside, you could tell she was with child as soon as she got out of the car. Her mother was crying and her father just stood there non-chalantly. It was a terrifying moment, all I could think about was how they were going to treat my wife, their daughter. All the while, I started writing my parents a letter stating that we would be visiting and we needed to talk to them, they wrote back and understood. So we stayed a couple more days at her families house then left for mine.
My family wasn't outside waiting, instead my mother was making cherry pie in the kitchen. My father was sitting on the couch in the living room yelling, "They're here!" over and over again. My mother rushed out and greeted us with hugs and smiles. She saw Justine's stomach and said, "I see what we need to talk about, I'm so proud of you two." At that moment I knew my mother wasn't ashamed of me, she was proud.
Up until my baby came I was hesitantly waiting to see if I'd be a good father, and to my surprise I was. I mean look at you guys, I have 6 kids and 13 wonderful grandchildren. I love you all. And I only wish the best for all of you.
