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Thursday, February 08, 2001 @ 7:46 AM
Today my dad sent me this message: Kellie, I saw a rabit at ISU Tonight. It reminded me of when you brought home the baby bunny from Metcalf and were so afraid that mom and me would be mad. Then I told you the story of how me and uncle Bill had raised two little ones by giving them milk through an eye dropper til they were eating solid food. That rabit was sure lucky. You definitely saved it from starving and then the vet fixed his foot instead of putting it to sleep. Bionic Bunny.... I saw you got pretty good grades last term. I was proud of you. Then Will told me you are doing speech. I was proud of you again! I miss you Frank I don't know how exactly to deal with this right now. I haven't spoken to my dad for more than three months. He's forgotten why I'm mad, but I haven't. It was the first speech meet of the year, the ISU meet, and I couldn't get ahold of my mom to come pick me up once it was over. It was late and I was scared. Logan was with me but Mr. Allen wouldn't let me stay at Bone Student Center, even though I protested it would be fine. Finally I let him drive me to my dad's. When I got there, he threw a fit because I was ruining his plans. He proceeded to yell at me until I broke down and cried, and Logan was left feeling helpless. Finally I reached my mom, and I haven't spoken to him since. He didn't see me in Electra, he didn't see me for Christmas. But the yelling and the fighting and the crying is a common thing with my dad. When he made me lose it in front of the person I care about most in the world, when he caused Logan the pain he usually reserves for me, he stopped being my father once and for all. That's how I feel about it, and even though... Well, I feel bad about this. I feel bad about being estranged from my father. But even when we were speaking, we were still estranged, because he is not a person as often as he is a fire-breathing monster. Tomokofest is tonight. I can't deal with this right now.
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