Am I A Good Father?
Carl Simmons
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Am I A Good Father? Carl Simmons
I grew up on the westside of Chicago, five kids in the house, with Auntie and grandparents. I come from a Simmons bloodline where my father wasn’t there. And his father wasn’t in his life. I swore to be a better father, to stop that deadbeat shit.
Am I a good father?
I had my first baby November 22, 2014 at the age of 20. I still ran the streets to get money for my child. Am I a good father? I worked some jobs (temp), left my baby in the house with her mother most of the time to chase money. But sometimes just to be in the streets, to be in the lifestyle.
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I swore to break the cycle of not being there for my kids, and in a way I did. I was there on my baby’s birthday. I was there when both were born. I went to sleep and woke up with them. I made sure they felt my love.
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other My father's side of the family really stayed in Mississippi. I remember visiting almost every great summer or at least every few years. I remember being real young and being around my Wendy grandparents. From my young point of view it was always fun. Being around my Auntie and my Grandmother Linda. I loved being around them.
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I got my homie Ze llo to drop us off. When he pulled Ashanti had her off, I realized I di book bag, so I lo dn’t get them ba oked in it and sa the top off and w gs. My Baby w a plastic container e made it work. for some markers . I ripped
Everytime it got full I du mped all the candy in the bookbag. It got dark an they have enough? They d I asked my Babies did were tired, so I called ou r ride. It was just me and and daughters time. They my Babies. Daddy enjoyed themselves so much. My babies alway without asking. s tell me they love me
But am I a good father? I remember going to jail that first time. On my first visit away, me and my children and their mother cried because we knew we were going to be separated from them for 14 months. Am I a good father? My kids know how much I love them. But the streets and prison are corrupting me. So I ask myself: Am I a good father? I still talk to them and talk about their days at school. But I am out of their lives physically. Am I a good father?
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