OKay so I know this may seem kind of stupid to some people out there but when I was two years old my dad died. Since I was so young, I grew up not knowing or remembering anything about my dad. All I knew were the stories my brothers and sisters used to tell about him and about how much he loved me and how much people respected him in the navy. Growing up, it never really bothered me not having a dad but lately it's all I think about. It's like I suddenly realize that I don't have a dad and I miss him especially when I see little girls with their dads or when my friend's talk about their dads. Maybe it's because I'm a teenager now and I now know how my life is different because I don't have a dad but I'm not quite sure. My mother never remarried so it's just me and her which means we have to do a lot that everyone else's dads would be doing such as fixing things around the house and mowing the grass. I've tried explaining it to my friends but all they say is that they have their dads so they wouldn't understand it which I know is true but it's all I think about now. I don't understand why it bothers me now more than when I was growing up and sometimes I feel stupid for even crying over it because it happened so long ago.