Meeting My Dad by Samantha (the beginning after the end novel read .TXT) 📕

It all started when I got my first letter from my dad on my 25th birthday. My birthday day is October 26 1982. My dad was in TX in a prison doing time when he wrote me this letter. I stared at the letter for a long time not knowing if I wanted to open it or not. After about fifteen minutes went by I decided to open the letter and read what he wrote. And this is what it said:
This letter is a hard one to write, I know I haven’t been in your life, My mother and father you grandparents were there for your Birthdays and graduation, ect. I have all your pitchers growing up. 1983 when you were 1 year’s old in Newport, NH, to 1993 when you were eleven years old. In 1994 when you were twelve years old, and your grand dad got you a RCA portable CD player. I keep all you pictures close to my heart Samantha. I want you to know that I truly, truly loved you very much, and it wasn’t you or your mom that caused me to do the things I did. I always loved your mother. She was a very good Christian woman and I was a drunk and a drug addict. I’ll never forget how you mother and I met each other. We were going to school at Job Corp. She was learning to be a chief and I was taken up computers. I was playing pool in the gym when she walked in she had on a pretty white dress. We were both about twenty year’s old (“ I said to another girl,” who is that pretty lady on the stairs in that pretty dress? She had long flowing red hair she was Beautiful. “She said her name is Doris.” So I asked her would you like to play a game of pool? “ I said if I win I get to take you out to dinner.’ Doris said well what if I win? Well I thought a second and “ said I still get to take you out to dinner please,! Doris said then why even play pool? Just take me out to dinner.) So that weekend, Job Corp let a bunch of us go in to Burlington Vermont. We had a blast. But I started drinking and ended up kicked out of school. Doris left with me, so not only that I ruined my chance at computer training, but I ruined your mothers chance at a good career at cooking. We moved back to Newport, NH. Your mother was working, and I was getting drunk all the time, I never hurt you mom physically , but I hurt her mentally a lot. But I loved her and she loved me, and then you were born. I have the Christmas picture of me holding you at Christmas time, I was 22 years old then. I named you Samantha Lynn, after a dream I had before you were born. Your mom remembered the dream I had. I was in Jail for being drunk when you were born we lived in Burlington Vermont. I was working two jobs while your mom rested from giving birth to you. We lived In a nice hotel. I remember I worked from six in the morning until 12 midnight from my second job. When I would get home from work sometimes you would be upset and I would hold you in my arms and you would go fast to sleep. You always would wait for daddy to get home before you would sleep at 12 midnight. You were three months old then. I guess you could smell or since who I was. Early in the morning at about five o’clock am before I went to work I would wake you up and feed you breakfast. It was the only real time I could spend with you before work. I would hold you and sing you to sleep. I had stopped drinking then for almost a year. Then one night I went passed a bar on pay day and I thought I could have one, seeing I had stopped for so long. But I was wrong, one lead to another and soon I ended up in another state drunk doing drugs, ect. I didn’t pay our rent at the motel. I blew everything, your mom moved back to Newport, NH, to her mom’s and I ended up in Jail. I tried to get your mom to go back with me but she had the last straw. I couldn’t blame her a bit, so I hitch hiked to California to Hollywood. I worked for the college movies and made money. I spent all my nights in and out of bars and doing meth, cocaine, and drinking a lot.
Soon I was buying more drugs and I ended up in Jail in LA. County. They shipped me to wayside prison. I did one and half years there and got out on good behavior, I hated LA by then and moved to Bethesda Maryland, near Washington, DC. I met a guy, we put are money together and become very successful in a business. But I started drinking and doing drugs again, and soon I lost my truck to DWI and soon the business folded. The police told me if I didn’t want to go to prison that I should leave Bethesda Maryland for good. They walked me to the subway, and made sure I got on. I then hitched hiked to Florida Tampa. It seemed the more money I made, the more dugs id buy. I had so many really good chances to be someone. A movie star, a big business man, a father to you, a husband to you mom. But drugs tore my life and everyone that I loved apart. I feel so ashamed of how I hurt you by not being there for my little baby girl. I know I have done wrong but Samantha you’ll always be my little girl, your blood is my blood running threw you. I know I can never make up for all that I have done to you. But I can be there for you now if you want me too? I am no longer the drunk and drug addict I was. I have not touched a drink or drugs for seven years now! I love you very much Samantha and I am sorry. If you decide you don’t want anything to do with me I will understand. But always remember I always have loved you.
When I went to Tampa Florida I ended up doing a four time bid of over ten years in prison. So a lot of my time has being in prisons for doing drugs and drinking. I had received a letter in the mail that you mom an her new husband your step dad wanted to adopt you. He was in the service in Newport News Virginia. It said that if I wanted to stop the adoption. I had to go to court in Virginia. There was no way for me to I was locked up in prison at the time. I knew it would be better for you to be adopted by your step dad because he could get Medical, Dental and other Benefits, School, college, ect for you. Plus when you marry some day your last name would change. But nothing could ever change the fact you’re my daughter. There’s so much I wish I new about you. I am an artist, I love Harley Davidson motor cycles, I write poems now and then and country songs, I was born in Bennington VT March, 30 1960, Your mom was the only woman I ever married and I never married again, You are my only child I never had another child, I love camping and the ocean, I play Guitar Country Music, I wear county clothes like a cowboy hat, boots, western shirts and I love horses. If you decide to write me I have some pictures of me that you can have. I love you and hope you will write to me. Just remember every birthday that go’s by your daddy has always thought of you and loves you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA).

After I read the first letter I was crying, thinking to my self wow I am really going to get a chance to really meet my father from all of these years. The thought of getting that chance now put me into anxiety attack and it was hard to breath. Cause that‘s what I wanted when I grew up was to meet my dad and really know what he really was not just by what others have told me. So I wrote back to my dad which was in prison. But how I new he was in prison was that on the envelope was the address on where he was at and it had a prison number on it, plus stamped. He sent me a paper of when he was supposed to get out of prison and it said 4/10/2012 max time served. But until then we both mail each other letters back an fourth when we could.

On 4/10/2012 my dad called me to let me know that he was out and free from doing his time in prison. He stayed in Texas for about a week on the streets with no food or money with him. Until one day my dad called me and said that he was sleeping in a park and it was raining plus in was very cold out. All I herd over the phone while he was talking was the shivering chatter from his teeth tapping together. Then I got off the phone with my dad, and that’s when I talked to John and we both talked about buying him a bus ticket to come back to NH and VT area closer to us. It was around the time that I was getting my income tax return money and I used that money to get him a bus ticket home which was a little over a hundred dollars for the ticket.
Also At the time that my dad was in prison doing his time, John and I got together and he purposed to me and I said yes. John and I were together for a year before he purposed to me, and we both made a date to get married in Jun of 2012. In one of my letters that I