A letter to that man

She hesitated at the post box, not knowing if she really wanted to send her letter. Then she thought about it a little more, and said “Well, it’s for his own good.” See about a year ago Ce-Ce’s father Buford got out of jail and was acting like he controlled her. But Ce-Ce wasn’t going for that, she was 17 years old and hadn’t seen her father in about 8 years.
When Ce-Ce was nine her father went to jail for picking up his friends Don and Steve, after they robbed a house on 47th and King Drive. He really didn’t know of any of these things until he got pulled over by the police. They took him to jai, and because he had a rap sheet as long as an invitation list to a party, they gave him eight years. Now this man doesn’t know anything about her and her life because of his time in jail. She never wrote him or went to see him, she just didn’t care anymore.
“ Man ma you know your baby daddy Buford get out of tomorrow, and my grandma want me to go with her to get him. I guess she going to be going by herself because I don’t even know that man.” Said Ce-Ce
“Well, you don’t have to go I’ll talk to her if you want me to.” Said Brenda Ce-Ce’s mom.
“Okay mom would you please because I really don’t want to go.” Is what she said as she leaves out to go to school.
Ever since Ce-Ce was a kid she loved her father and no body could tell her nothing wrong. She still loved her father very much but she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t made an effort to talk to her. Now Buford has been at home for two years and over these years he has denied Ce-Ce as ever being his daughter four times, he has also whopped her, cursed her out, and called her out of her name a couple of times. He never want to spend time with her unless he has some money, so when he broke he don’t even answer. At this point Ce-Ce has not given up on him, but she wants to tell him how she really feels, so she writes a letter telling him what on her mind.


Dear daddy,

I has come to my attention that you never answer the phone for me when I call. You never come get me and take me places like you do those little kids that are your friends kids that call you uncle B. I’m really getting to there point of hating you because you ignore me. My mom always struggles to take care of me and my sisters but luckily grandma helps out when she ever she can. I know you sell drugs so you got to have money. I really hate when we go to family events and you come around like every thing is good. It seems like everyone knows this but you, even your own sister don’t talk to you because the way you do me. I really hope that you take this and make it better.

Love Always,
Ce-Ce Harris