The father and daughter bond seems to be the sweetest love I have never known, but my dad was a missing part of my life. My parents divorced when I was thirteen years old. My father was present in my life before the divorce; however, over the years he was slowly disappearing, fading away from grey to black. I longed for something I never possessed - a father who loved me, but he is not the father he promised he would always be. Instead he became a man who did not care, an absent father. Being abandoned throughout my teenage years gradually tore my heart apart, but now I have hope in a future I will control. The eyes that once looked at me as his beloved daughter have filled with arrogance, the arms that once held me close have gone limp, the love that was once undying has died. It is as if I had never known my dad. He would call and say, "Nina, I will see you tomorrow." But tomorrow turned to days, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. He came in and out of my life as he pleased, and eventually left altogether. I went through a cycle of emotions: pain and sadness when he was gone, peace and satisfaction when he was back. He was "super-dad" for a couple days, but then he would leave again. I would be overjoyed when he would come see me. He would promise that he would never abandon me again. Each time he came back, he gave me hope that he had changed into the dad I always dreamed of. But that dream quickly died each time he left again. He eventually became that man I only saw in pictures, or rather, he was that man I only saw in pictures with me. Yes, he is my biological father, but I do not consider him as my dad. Though he has put me through a lot of pain, I have found the light in all the darkness. I have healed from his emotional manipulation. It is a shame that my father never got to see the woman I have become. For the longest time I hated my dad. However, over time I began to form a different impression. Would things ha