The First and the Last Time

I have never been close with my father. When I was twelve, my mom finally had enough of his pig-headedness and decided to get a divorce. I wasn't so sad about leaving my dad because, after all, I'd probably see him as much as I had before. I was sadder about leaving my friends, moving a state away to live with my grandmother. But there was one day I can never forget. My father and I were all alone, we were talking and all of a sudden my father hugged me and started crying. That was the first time I ever saw him cry, and that would be the last.