Everything happens for a reason.

           That night when you were saying “bye” I knew something was going to go wrong.  we all waited for you for years…. But you never came through that door saying “ hello I’m home”.  I might of been young but I knew that you were not going to come back.  We all knew.

Your exact words that night were, “you two are my little princesses. You three mean the world to me”. You kissed my sister and I on the forehead and gave my mother a kiss.   “I love you guys so much.  While I’m gone I am going to miss you a lot.  Make sure you will stay strong, and pray, for me to come back.”  And BOOM there it was. The clues that, you were not going to come back. “Ever”.  I was only five when all of this happened. But I can remember like it was just yesterday. 

That morning you woke up at 6:40 AM just like every morning, then  took a shower at 7:00 AM.  Then you came in our room and said “I love you girls ill miss you” and kissed us on our foreheads and then went out the door.  Two days passed, And nothing.  Four days passed, and still you didn’t come back.  Then a month.  Whenever anybody rang the doorbell my sister and I ran to the door to see if it was you.  And no it never was.  Then it became almost a year.  And you still never came back. 

Then two years past.  And some things started to arrive at my house.  My mom being all alone not being able to turn to someone for help she panicked and we had to pack our bags, get our plane tickets, and say "bye" to our family and our beautiful country Bogota, Colombia. Without knowing anyone but one person, we came to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. When I got here it was December 24^th.  Being form a country that’s always warm it felt like it was an ice box.  Of course I didn’t like it, neither did my mother or my sister.  But it was a dead that had to be done. We coudln't just go back... so we had to stay in Milwaukee.

Now it has been 7 years without my father, 6 years in Wisconsin, and 4 years of being hardcore American.  So as you can see, I haven’t had one birthday, Christmas, thanksgiving, or any kind of celebration with my father since I was five years old.  But over the years I have learned one big thing.  “Everything happens for a reason”.  If nothing would have happened in Colombia, I would not be here today.  Not in Pewaukee, neither alive.  So when someone tells you that everything happens for a reason believe it because whoever said it, sure knows what they are talking about.

                                                P.S.  I love and miss you daddy.