Dad was a drill sgt in the army and the did the gulf war twice

I got shipped back to Miami from Germany when he had to do the second one and i started acting out

I had gotten into all kinds of fukkery (breaking into houses, fights, sellin rocks, bad grades, suspensions) when he was gone and had been talking back to my g-ma and aunts/uncles

I remember til this day..... I had on a red rag on my head like pac

that was the way to tell if you were really out here in the streets like that.....We had just stole mangos of out this lady's yard and were about to

I saw this crowd of all my folks gathering in the driveway cheering ect im like

Well my Dad wanted to surprise us with a visit and let us know he's back for good. He was in full military uniform. I was so mad he "left" us in Miami man, I saw my sisters and brother crying, hugging him and played it cool like

"I'll be over here whatever" I missed the hell outta my dad man but I was young and didn't know how to deal with my emotions.... a few brehs on here (thecoli) met my pops, he was and still is built like and looks like prime mike tyson. He walks over to me and is like "So i hear you a gangsta now

" Im like "man what you want

" He snatches the rag off my head and was like "what the fukk is this

" I try and snatch it back and thats when I felt my pops strength

a simple stiff arm damn near killed me

So I get more pissed, hurt and prideful and I clinch both my fist tight like I wanna fight

I have snot and tears running down my face, Im so young and not aware how to deal with these new feelings. My Dad was my superman

and he left me alone

He hugged me so tight that I couldn't even move lol at first my fist were still tight but I had to let them go and hug him back, that was the closest we ever came