Autobiography Of My Father

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

In the United States fatherless homes have become more prevalent and some may even refer to it as a growing trend. The National Center for Fathering mentions that over twenty million children live in a home without the physical presence of a father, and millions more live have a father who is physically present but not emotionally (“National Center for Fathering” n.d.). The importance of a father figure in a child’s life is critical for healthy child development and subsequently leads to a better adult life. Children’s early experiences and the connections they create with their parents are impactful and ultimately shape who they become as an adult.

I grew up being the first ever kid to “not have a dad.” My classmates questioned me in ignorance, wondering how I was ever created without a father of my own. This is because I was taught by those around me, at the young age of six, to always reply “I don’t have one,” when asked, “Where’s your dad?”

It was a cold December night Dad had locked me out of the house it was better than the

When I was in, I think 4th grade and I was playing around and I was called to the office and I didn’t know what for. Was it my dad or mom? Was it someone I didn’t know? Was it just my sister? I had no clue what was about to happen.

I heard a loud yell as I stepped off the last step off the bus. It was 4:02pm and I had just gotten back from school. “Emily, come here! Hurry!” It was my dad. 1 million things raced through my head as I heard the loud yell. Was he hurt? Was someone else hurt? Living on a farm, with animals and machinery, you generally don’t think of anything good when you hear yelling.

When you think of family love, you probably think of a nice loving family, one that gets you presents for your birthday or a special occasion. My family isn't like that, my step-father is out doing other women, my mother is drinking the liquor store dry, and a snobby step-sister too. I do all the chores in the house I do the laundry, wash dishes, make food and clean my house and guess what, that's what I do everyday.

My father is a good dad and a good person. For this to happen to him was a hard thing for him to go through. I love my dad, and I want him to live for a while. When he got an infection in his brain that scared my mother and I. He had to go through a surgery to get the infection out of the brain that was the size of a lemon. He was in the hospital for two months the first time. The surgeon thought it was all good for him to go home. He went home for about a month then had to go back into the hospital because the infection came back. The surgeon had to take out his left temporal lobe of his skull. It was infected,

I always looked forward to my mom coming home from work. She always walked into the doors with a smile on her face and greeted us with so much affection. Seeing her each day after work gave me so much joy and I looked forward to it. One particular day when I was 5 years old, my mom pulled into the driveway and I got filled with excitement that I literally thought I was going to pee myself. Except when she got out of the car she had this look on her face that I had never seen before. She looked worried, scared, and heartbroken. My excitement quickly floated away. My mom approached my dad and said we need to talk. My mom and my dad went into the bedroom to talk and when they came out of that I room I knew something was wrong. Dad came out looking so angry and sad, as if his world was just turned upside down. My mom approached me and they both took me out onto the front porch of our home. I remember thinking in my head, “what did I do this time?’ That’s when the words came out my mom’s mouth, “Clay came to my work today and he wants to see you and have a relationship with you.” I knew Clay was

One Friday night, my dad and I were sitting around the fire talking about all of grandpa’s past memories. I will never be able to forget this story. In my future, I can only hope my love story will be this good.

The snow dyed red from blood as my dad laid unresponsive,with a laceration to the head, while I looked at him in shock because I didn’t know what had happened. A minute and a half had gone by and the scene was crowded by a dozen red jackets with reflective white crosses on their backs. About seven minutes later there was no trace that anything had ever happened. I had just witnessed a first response team take my dad down the mountain in a toboggan at the speed of a racer. I realized how if everything had not occurred the way it did I might not have my dad today. Ever since that moment I realized how much I want to help people in distress and possibly save lives. Now I find myself only a few months away from having a cross of my own on my

Most people don’t remember when they first realized they had a father; I believe it’s life’s nature. Most of us grew up calling a man dad, and it simply was like that from the beginning. That is not my case. I grew up as a proud daughter of a single mother. I was fatherless for 11 years of my life, and I lived the struggles of not being able to say a word that should have been among the first. To me missing a father was not about the person, I was an orphan since the age of 2, and I had no memories of whom I was supposed to miss. However, I had a clear picture of what I wish for, and yet no one who could cover that role. I wouldn’t trade those days with anything though. My whole life, as it has been, has forged the person I am now. It made my heart able to understand true, deep and noble feelings, and how powerful they are. My not too common life has been a good ride; it brought me to a very special person in an unexpected moment.

My father’s story starts from humble beginnings. His earliest memory was of gunfire from a firefight between American G.Is and Viet Cong guerrilla forces. His father, my grandfather, who was a Captain in the South Vietnamese forces was imprisoned for 2 years due to ‘treason’ against the communist regime. Which in turn meant that all members of the family were denied the right to higher education by the regime and were closely watched by the government. Furthermore, being born as the 12th child in a family of 13, my dad was never destined to be special nor was he even allowed to by outside influences. However, that all changed when my grandfather, bless his soul, escaped Vietnam and left for the United States.

It was a cold dark winter night and my father was supposed to be home from work so my mother kept calling his cellphone. After many unanswered calls, a woman picked up the phone, it was a nurse who told us that my father had been in a terrible motor vehicle accident.

I was born and raised into a hardworking family that are the complete opposite of culture alienators. My siblings and I are all first generation in America on my mom's side and second generation on my dad's side. Life was very hard for my parents to raise all seven of us and depended on my grandparents for most of their help. Being that my grandparents brought all nine of their kids to America from Belize it was also very hard for them so survive and find stability. Most families that come to America from a third world country usually find it very difficult to keep up family traditions and sometimes lose all contact. My family found a way to stay very close and keep the Belizean culture very alive still to this day. As you can tell by now