een in my life kiss my daddy? I had only seen him kiss my mother like that. Why was he kissing this stranger?They stopped kissing; my dad started the car again and began to drive. As he was driving she whispered things into his ear, giggling and snickering inaudible words. They were oblivious to the fact that I was in the back seat watching them. I sat there pondering in amazement at what I had seen. She didn't look once towards the back seat, but she knew I was there watching them both and was insouciant. She just kept caressing my father.My mind shifted at the moment. I remembered that my mother was in the hospital that day. She had kidney pain and wasn't feeling well. My poor mother, what would she say, think, or do if she saw this happening?I was eight years old when this happened. I was young and innocent, but knew that what I had seen that day would never leave my mind. After that incident I was unable to look my father in the eyes. That image has stayed very vivid in me. That woman's eyes staring with such desire at my father; and he caressing and responding right back. I can still hear her hands brushing against the tiny hairs of his neck and arm, the tapping of her long red nails, and the mocking laugh she had.That day I lost respect for my father. Though I have forgiven him, I never have told him that I remember what happened that day. That day, in which he allowed me to witness his unfaithfulness, losing all trust in him. After a year or two I did tell my mother. Through her he has realized that I do remember.There have been few experiences throughout my life that I recall more vividly than of that Sunday evening. Memories of the past leave impressions of the future. I now realize the significance of that Sunday drive. It changed how I saw my "daddy"; I could no longer look at him in an innocent and dignified manner....
