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I <strong>of</strong>ten wonder in <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> my mind if my dad ever took time out and sat with me and did <strong>the</strong><br />
same things I stopped to do with my daughter—because I have no memory <strong>of</strong> such things.<br />
When Amanda was two years old, I got a tattoo on my arm <strong>of</strong> an angel with her name on it. But<br />
my daughter disliked <strong>the</strong> picture on my arm.<br />
“Daddy, <strong>the</strong> angel is naked,” she said one day, pointing her finger at my arm. “Please put<br />
clo<strong>the</strong>s on it.”<br />
“It’s supposed to be that way, Amanda,” I said.<br />
And she said, “No, Daddy, take it back to <strong>the</strong> man that did it. Tell him to put some clo<strong>the</strong>s on<br />
<strong>the</strong> angel.”<br />
I burst out laughing, because all her sayings were cute and innocent to me. She made a pouty<br />
face, and I just grabbed her and kissed her and told her, “One day you will understand why Daddy got<br />
<strong>the</strong> tattoo, because this is how much he loves you.”<br />
Apart from our nighttime round <strong>of</strong> demonic activities, my wife and I lived a normal life with<br />
our daughter. We looked like <strong>the</strong> all-American young couple, living <strong>the</strong> high life and destined for<br />
good things. But already cracks were forming in <strong>the</strong> foundation <strong>of</strong> our marriage.<br />
There were many weekends that Mari and I did great things toge<strong>the</strong>r, but o<strong>the</strong>r times she<br />
started going out with her friends while I stayed home with Amanda. We had an agreement that some<br />
weekends she would go out with her friends and I would stay home with Amanda. But when I wanted<br />
to go out with <strong>the</strong> guys, she would start a fight because she didn’t want to be left home by herself with<br />
our daughter. To solve this, we got a babysitter, but now when we went out we went our separate<br />
ways—she with her friends and I with <strong>the</strong> guys. We agreed to get home by <strong>the</strong> same time, no later than<br />
four in <strong>the</strong> morning, which worked out very well for a while.<br />
One night it was my turn to go out; Mari had gone out <strong>the</strong> night before.<br />
As I sat on <strong>the</strong> living room s<strong>of</strong>a channel-surfing, she came and stood right in front <strong>of</strong> me, her<br />
hands on her hips. “You need to drive me to <strong>the</strong> grocery store today so I can buy some things for <strong>the</strong><br />
house,” she stated flatly.<br />
I leaned around her and continued staring at <strong>the</strong> TV screen. “You know how to drive, so drive<br />
yourself. I want to rest up a bit so I can go out with <strong>the</strong> guys tonight.”<br />
“So <strong>the</strong> guys are more important than our marriage? Is that how it is now?”<br />
“You know that’s not so!” I shot back. “But you also know it’s my turn to go out tonight. I’m<br />
going to rest, so if you want to buy some stuff you go out and get it yourself.”<br />
“You know what, I change my mind. I’m not gonna get anything for <strong>the</strong> house. You can get it<br />
yourself.”<br />
“What do I care?” I said, rising from <strong>the</strong> couch and throwing <strong>the</strong> remote on <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a. “Leave it<br />
<strong>the</strong> way it is. It makes no difference to me.” I turned around, went into <strong>the</strong> bedroom, and slammed <strong>the</strong><br />
door shut.<br />
That night I stepped out with my friends, and even though I had a good time, I still had Mari<br />
and Amanda on my mind. I couldn’t be at ease knowing <strong>the</strong>y were at home alone, because I loved<br />
<strong>the</strong>m both. These thoughts rushed through my mind: You’re just like your dad . So that night, instead <strong>of</strong><br />
coming home at four in <strong>the</strong> morning, I walked into <strong>the</strong> house at 2:30 a.m. As I turned into <strong>the</strong> room,<br />
both <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m were sound asleep. I kissed <strong>the</strong>m both and went to sleep on <strong>the</strong> couch.<br />
The holidays were upon us, and Mari and I agreed that on <strong>the</strong> weekend we would take some<br />
time out to go Christmas shopping to buy some gifts for our families. She chose items for her<br />
relatives, and I started to pick out gifts for my family. But she thought my family should get gifts for