If you ever meet my dad you will quickly realize he's not very Mexican. He was born in Mexico, has more then half of his family there but he's not the kinda of Mexican that will put his home town on the back of his truck or watch futbol every weekend. He's tall like his father but has the Indian looks of his mother. My grandpa has more spanish in him so he has pretty blue eyes. My dad didn't get those. The man speaks English. It's not the best but if you listen and pay attention you can understand him. He doesn't drink very often like most mexicans do. He doesn't anger quickly if you say screw Mexico. He's not a macho that controls his wife and tells her what she can and cant do. The most Mexican thing about him is that he has to have 6 tortillas with every meal. He is the oldest of 12 kids. His job was always to take care of the younger ones and help his dad on the rancho. He was beat alot as a kid. The man doesn't have much love for his mom. Could be because well she isn't the nicest thing in the world. She's a strange very short Mexican lady who plays favorites when it comes to her kids and grandkids. She's a shit talker with the mouth of a sailor. Could be why I curse so much but I do so in English.
The man is hard to understand. Sometimes he seems as if nothing makes him happy. I wonder if this is because he had no child hood? Or could it be that he's just a miserable old man. He's not even 60 yet. His memories are inaccurate. He seems to think he was a amazing full-time hands on father who never let me experience pain, hurt, or sadness and who provided everything I ever wanted as a child. I'm not gonna lie I grew up pretty spoiled but I wasn't because I was given everything I ever asked for. My siblings are 13 & 15 yrs older then me. By the time I came around it was almost as if I was a only child. My sister spoiled me a lot when she started working. My dad wouldn't beat the crap out of me. He didn't have to. When your 5 and your dad is 6'1 and 225 lbs just hearing the tone in the way he says your name is scary enough to make you cry.
In his memories he took me to the park everyday. Not true. He would take me but when I was lil he worked at a country club full time so he didn't have time for such a thing. One year the man forgot my birthday. A couple of times he forgot to pick me up from church school. He wasn't always very nice to my mother. Once he was having a affair and decided to take me to Six Flags with his mistress. Yes he actually took me and told me she was his girlfriend. I was 6 and yes when I came home I broke my moms heart by telling her about the lady. I didn't know any better. This lead my father to move out for close to a year. These are just some of the few things he did wrong as a father. His mind has seem to forgotten about all this. But mine hasn't. Don't get me wrong I have met people who have fathers who beat them, rape them, abuse their mothers or simply just aren't a part of their lives. My dad doesn't seem bad at all when you compare them to these people and I'm not saying he's bad but he wasn't as perfect as his mind seems to think. Growing up my mom would always say "Don't marry a Mexican." I would ask her why and she would say because they are all like your father. My poor mom has stayed true to her til death do us part vowels. Silently putting up with his meaness and Mexican ways.
This grouch of a Mexican can be nice most of the times but some days he sure does know how to make you feel like a horrid daughter. Even if he does say he's sorry it still hurts. I wonder what he would do if he had a real bad daughter. Like the kind of daughter who doesn't care about him and his well being or the kind who doesn't ever help him with anything and is only in it for themselves. What would he think? Is that the kind of daughter he wants? Maybe he wants one who sucks him dry of his money and puts him into outstanding debt and who never has time to visit him? Or maybe he just wants the daughter who went to college and has a career. Whatever the old man wants I think I'll never know. Maybe in his next life he can be the father of the right daughter. Till then it's tough shit because he's stuck with me.
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