Lived in the United States with my father

In 2010 I came to the United States  when I was 21 to live with my father , Ryste,

Ryste & Guerdie

who is a real Christian from the Catholic Church. I remember the same day I came to the United States he took me to church to meet the Priest and his friends at church because it was on Easter weekend. That  weekend, he thanked God in his prayer for that blessed Easter we passed together. We  had never had a chance to be together in a big moment for the past 11 years.
 

 We would have more time in the house to focus on each other's behavior to see what was good and  what needed to change on each other, because my father and I  didn't know each other very well. He used to come to see me when I was a baby, took care of me, spent  money for me but he wasn't  in the house. And I didn't grow up with him. At seven years old he decided to take me to live with him, unfortunately it was only for one year. I was a little girl and  there was no time for us to get to know each other .
 

One of his character traits I observed  when I became an  adult was that he  talked too much; I realized that  before I moved to live with him in the United States because we used to talk on  the phone and I could see his reactions. But he had some good character traits too.
  What I love about my father is  that he is very responsible, caring, and loves  his children. He has five children, two boys and three girls and I'm the youngest. For this reason  I get more attention, more love, more care, even more control. 

At age 24, I decided it was time to have my independence  and I moved to my own apartment. It was so hard for him. He even got sick and depressed.  It wasn't his intention to see me leave the house before I get married. Even though I'm not in his house he still supports me. He always has his car available when I need it, he pays for my car repair, when he came in to my house he checks the refrigerator to see what I'm missing  and  brings some shopping in the house. He knows I like banana,  cereal, and green vegetables because he knows  I'm sick with anemia.
 Sometimes I feel like he does too much for me. But he always says to me: "I know you're not a healthy person you need to take care of yourself; When you were next to me I  wasn't afraid of anything, I knew how you used to eat, sleep, and wake up in the morning " he said to me.

  I love my father very much and I really appreciate his support, his love, and the way he takes care of me. He knows his  responsibilities as a father. I remember when I first came to  the United States, my father taught me how this country  changes people's life and all the opportunities I would have to make something in my life if I  had  gumption. He always wanted me to be a nurse. "If your brothers and your sisters came in the United States in their twenties almost thirties, and they became an engineer, nurse, social worker and business; you came younger and you are even smarter than them ..you can do it. I want to see you do something for yourself before I die. Once I see you  become something God can take me if he wants" he always say to me.

  I'm so proud to have my father in my life and no regrets for the time we had spent together. Now, we are living separately in different houses. One thing I know  is God will keep my father  and I  in life to have my dream come true.  My dream is to have my father living with me in my house when he gets older so I can take of him as he used to take care of me

ME&MY LOVELY  DAD