Courtesy of Family (Madison’s Father)
Dad and daughter
Madison poses with her father after winning an award for playing the viola.
When I was in kindergarten, my mom and dad got divorced. Afterward, I lived with my mom in Crofton, Maryland. But I still saw my dad a lot, and we always had fun together. We liked to watch The Simpsons. We did a lot of fishing. And we could talk about classical music for hours. I played the violin at the time, and he played the trumpet.
But everything changed on a Friday night when I was 10 years old. My mom came into my room, lay on my bed with me, and said, “Can we have a serious talk?” Then she told me the shocking news: My dad had made a bad mistake, and he was going to jail.
My smile fell to the bottom of the Earth. My eyes started to water. Then I started to cry.
I had so many questions: How could he do this? Was it OK to be mad? What will people think about me? Will I ever see him again?
When I was in kindergarten, my mom and dad got divorced. After that, I lived with my mom in Maryland. But I still saw my dad a lot. We had fun together. We watched The Simpsons. We went fishing. And we talked about music. I played the violin at the time. He played the trumpet.
One night when I was 10, everything changed. My mom came into my room and lay on my bed with me. She said, “Can we have a serious talk?” Then she told me the shocking news: My dad had made a bad mistake. He was going to jail.
My smile fell to the bottom of the Earth. I started to cry.
I had so many questions. How could he do this? Was it OK to be mad? What will people think about me? Will I ever see him again?
When I was in kindergarten, my parents got divorced. Afterward, I lived with my mom in Crofton, Maryland—but I still saw my dad often, and we always had fun together. We liked to watch The Simpsons, go fishing, and talk about classical music. I played the violin at the time, and he played the trumpet.
But everything changed on a Friday night when I was 10. My mom came into my room, lay down beside me on my bed, and said, “Can we have a serious talk?” Then she told me the shocking news—that my dad had made a serious mistake and was going to jail.
My smile fell to the bottom of the Earth. My eyes watered, and I started to cry.
I had so many questions: How could he do this? Was it OK to be mad? What will people think about me? Will I ever see him again?