Family

For all those people out there who don't have fathers, don't feel like your life sucks. Sure, I love my dad. But sometimes, it's really hard to live with him. When women and girls tell you that males are immature, they really mean it. And then, when they tell you that males never really grow up, they are so serious, it's not even funny! My dad acts like a child. Whenever I am mad, he laughs it off and makes fun of me. And when he laughs at me, I usually get mad and yell at him. And what do I get for yelling at him? I get yelled at. And that's the only time he's serious, is when he's mad or yelling at someone.

So let me tell you the latest incident. A while ago, my seventeen year old sister decided to bleach her bangs and a few strands of hair in the front of her face. After a few months, she decided to fix it up. In the process, she added some bleach to where she already had it, not a lot, but she did add some, and she also put some under her hair in the back. It looked really cute!

Yesterday, at soccer practice, I got a text. My sister sent me a picture of her hair. All the blond in the front was pink while the blond underneath in the back remained blond. I thought it still looked really cute! I mentioned it to my dad and he looked really mad. You would think that because my sister is seventeen, my parents would let her live a little, and not mind as much as they did. Maybe they would bring her down a little, or encourage her not to do such things, but no. They (mostly my dad) really got mad though. He started yelling about how she must want attention, and that she was going to get it, but it was going to be negative. I guess he just doesn't understand that todays society is WAY different then what it used to be, and that most of the comments she got and will get is positive. I liked it after all. Ha.

So after a while of hearing my dad scream about my sisters hair, I decided I'd had enough. I told him to go talk to a wall because no one wanted to hear him complain. He told me to shut up. I did; he's my dad after all. He walked away, and that was the end of that.

I texted my sister to let her know what had gone down. She mostly laughed it off. But as the night grew on, she sounded more and more nervous about comming home at her curfew. A while later, when my dad had fallen asleep, I texted her. She was relieved to hear this news. She doesn't like getting yelled at. Who does? She came home calmer then she sounded earlier that day.

We went to sleep around two, and when we awoke, she stayed in her room until she heard my dad leave. When he did, she took a quick shower, which naturally washed out most of the dye. She plans to put some more dye in today because my dad didn't say anything when he was her.

I don't really know why my dad cared as much as he did. I hope he let it go and is feeling better. He seemed like he was in a good mood today. I hope he, along with my mom, doesn't get angry about what my sister does when she turns eighteen and moves out. Although I also hope she makes the right decisions AND goes to college.

I guess that's why my parents really cherish me, because she always does things that they don't really approve of, and I don't. But my life is good most of the time. And I know that these outbursts are normal, so I just hope the outbursts don't rule the household, and my parents and the entire family can continue to be happy. As happy as or happier then we are now.

I do love you very much dad,
SunnyShadow04