Whoops!

So I wrote yesterday's bit of fiction on the back of my math final... and then I turned it in. So I felt like I wrote yesterday, but I guess technically I didn't. So you guys get two today, and I still owe another extra piece in the future. :)
Bit 11

We sit awkwardly over dinner, sharing the very basics of our lives. He asks questions and I give him monosyllabic answers because I don't think he deserves much more.
A waitress walks by and refills my sweet tea. I smile a bit and thank her.
"Heh, you always did like sweet tea. That's something you and your sister have in common" my father smiled and tried again to make a connection.
"Stepsister. Sarah's my stepsister, Dad."
My father nodded slightly and stared down at his plate.
"I - I know. I just..."
Seeing that much weakness in my father made me angry, volatile almost. He's supposed to be my rock, and here he is, being broken down by his own daughter. How'd this happen?

"You just what? Got your new life confused with your old one for a minute?" I jeered at my father.
hah. "My Father." The man who left when I was seven and began a whole new life with some blonde woman from work, who I eventually learned was his assistant. I know the cliche emotions that a child goes through during a divorce - My mom bought me lots of books on it to avoid having to actually talk about it - but I can't seem to avoid feeling them. I'm angry and I'm hurt and I feel kind of guilty whenever I even see him. I remember him teaching me how to build a fire, how to play basketball, how to cheat in a game of cards.
He had a lot of life back then.
Now he's got this emptiness in him that I don't understand, that I don't have a place for.
I know I love him. But all I can feel is the sharpness of my anger.

"It's been five years, Dad, and that's enough for you, I guess. But not for me. I still have a hole where my Dad used to be. My REAL Dad."
I saw him nod his head again and bite at his lip to keep from crying. He stayed seated, staring at his plate, as I collected my things and walked away.