Dads: A Narrative Fiction

The relationship between father and son is like no other, commonly an unshakeable bond is formed between a man and his son. This is an ongoing cycle that shapes the next generation of men. In Hugh Garner’s short story “The Father” he tells the story of a relationship between a father and son that has been damaged due to being too preoccupied with the way people see the father. When people focus on priorities that revolve around themselves they risk damaging the relationships they have with the ones they care about because they are preoccupied with their image.

When my mom told me to pack some clothes I asked her why she told me because we aren't we are going to Wisconsin to be with your family and ice cream with my brother when she told us it will happen in my room and she told us I was reading a book when it started my mom came in you don't me pack some clothes in your back she told me why where are we going mom I told her my mom told me to tell my brother Alex to come inside my room and said Wisconsin and said we're going to Wisconsin to see your dad's family oh yeah going to see my baby cousins next thing that happened we were in the gas station putting gas on the car and getting some chips and sandwiches then we were on the road and we were in Arkansas City my dad told us we were asleep during

Initially, Carlos (aka Charlie) was court ordered for treatment to explore his issues with substance abuse, when he was arrested for driving while intoxicated. During subsequent sessions, Charlie spoke of his early childhood struggles with being accepted by his family and his rebellious behaviors. Currently, Charlie still explores his issues with his self-esteem while he blames others for the way he feels about himself. However, Charlie had expressed feelings of anger towards those around him including his girlfriends, ex-wives, manager, directors, and co-workers proclaiming them all as losers and himself as a “Winner!” He has commented to reporters that he has no anger issues and it is everyone else’s problem with the way he acts not his,

My dad is the perfect picture of the “American Dad.” He plays football in the yard, has “a talk” with any boy before they are allowed to date me, and considers grilling a fine art; so, when he informed my family that we would be embarking on the “Good Ole American Family Road Trip” I was not even slightly surprised. Me being the travel enthusiast that I am was overjoyed at the idea of travelling to other states and experiencing things that I had not yet seen, but I was also weary at the thought of spending almost two weeks straight in a car with my family.

You dumb bitch! How come I tell you to do something you do the opposite? You had one job and you manage to fuck that up. You never listen to me! It's like every time I tried talking to you i'm talking to a brick wall. Warren! Get your ass up you're already late for school. Its a pain getting up in the morning and having to deal with the same daily routine. Waking up to my parents arguing, brushing my teeth, put my uniform on, and head out to school. Heading downstairs to the front door I can already tell there's a toxic atmosphere in the air. Passing by the kitchen, it looks like a tornado just passed through here broken dishes were everywhere and sitting in the middle of the floor crying is my mother. Did he hit you? I reached for her face

“Yeah sure, in this whirlwind?” I asked sarcastically. My dad agreed, and we waited for the storm to stop.

He was astonished that he had yet another power. He wondered what else there was to come. Emilio was excited. He felt that energy around him swarm all of his senses, it was a very empowering feeling. It was something Emilio had never felt before. Emilio had always been stepped on and put down, this was the first time he stood up and fought back without being hurt and getting away with it. The memories of being hurt and humiliated on many levels started to swarm him, he just stood there, motionless. He stared into what he thought was real life, was really just memories. Memories of the most brutal moments in his life, his father, Joey, other kids at school, and even little things that put him over the top.

"No buts, son. What I say goes, and I said no! "Howie was yelling now.

Ben said “Dad, it’s me Ben I wanted to let you know I only have a few days left to live, I know we haven’t been close for a while but I wanted to let you know that I still love you. Thanks for everything Dad, I love you.”

dad sends his son a dick pic by mistake and his son pranks him. The dad sends the and says call your aunt Linda it’s her birthday the son says okay dad will do dad, sorry hit the wrong button son, WTF dad, how do you delete text photos I’m sorry son that was an accident please delete. son, Jesus Christ. Dad, do not tell your mother.

I’m doing wonderful in the big house we live in in California. Its amazing. Tommy acts like a dad to me and sometimes I catch myself calling him dad. When I do he seems to glow brighter and it makes me smile knowing I’m making him happy. I smile all the time now these days.

It was a hot summer day. My dad and I were getting ready to go out for a ride on the boat with my friend Katie and the dog. That’s when the phone call came, the call that made that bright, beautiful day a cold, dark, gloomy one.

A year ago, I was awaken by the sound of my mom voice. The sound in her voice was like she was in shock. I found out later on that she was talking to my cousin Jc. She got off the phone and turn to me and said," I got to tell you something". That when she told me that my step dad passed away in a car crash that night. The report on that was fill out said he had died from his injuries. The car had hit a tree and he broke his neck. A couple of days later when we had my step dads rosary I was scared. I did not want to go up to the casket and see his body. After all of the session was over I had the courage to go up and see his body. I started to cry cause it did not look like him all he look like a different man. I touched his body and his body

The role of fathers is a complex one. Even though at some point in history fathers became uninvolved in theirs children’s lives, modern-day fathers are seeking to be present for their children, and today there are still some stigmas from the past that fathers have to deal with. Colonial father were more involved than industrialized fathers did; however, there pattern changed and nowadays there are diverse types of fatherhood.

When I was younger my dad meant everything to me. He was my best friend, and who I ran to when I needed someone to talk to. Every saturday morning he would wake me up and we would get McDonalds for breakfast, and drive all around, looking at antique stores and garage sales. Some of the best memories of my dad came on these rainy Saturday mornings, or when he would wake me up when it first snowed, or on accident when he was putting the Christmas tree together with a power drill. Him and I were inseparable, and he would always let me help him when he was fixing up one of his motorcycles or one of the many cars he worked on. But the bond between him and his bike was more than ours apparently.