My first fantasy father was Phil. He was friends with my mother and stepfather but most of my memories of him were after they broke up, as he would stop by occasionally to see how we were doing. Phil was the nicest person, he always brought a thoughtful gift with him, nothing expensive, a cactus, chocolates just something to say he cared. His demeanor was always gentle and his words were always kind, the exact opposite of my own father and stepfather. I was only eight years old and remember asking my mother if Phil could be our new step dad. She explained that he was only our friend and that was not going to happen. Phil has since passed away but will always hold a place in my heart. He was never too busy to tell me a story, to show me something interesting or pay me compliment I will never forget him.
My second fantasy father was a little different but also very kind. He was actually our dentist we started going to his office when I was five. I had been to the dentist when I was three and the man had yelled at me instilling a fear in me of going to the dentist. My new dentist was so kind he always spoke so softly when doing work in my mouth helping to calm me. He would smile and pat my head telling me how brave I was. At nine years old after going to his office for four years the idea that this man could be my step dad crossed my mind. When I mentioned it to my mother she told me that indeed he was a wonderful person but had a wife and children of his own. I felt a twinge of jealousy at this mans children and wondered if they knew how lucky they were.
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