Descriptive Essay on Dad

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

“Get your butt back here Joci!” I’m running as fast as I can down my stairs and suddenly I trip on the rug at the end of the of the stairs. As i’m struggling to stand up i feel a hand flip me to my back and a knee hits me right in the stomach. The noises that come from my mouth is something i’ve never come across of before. Dad! I scream

Most people would consider having two fathers very lucky, but in my circumstance I have a father and a dad. Although they may seem like the same word or name, they have very different meanings. A father is the man who you are connected to biologically, but does not always support or have a relationship with you. A dad, however, is the man who takes care of you, teaches you right from wrong, is always there for you, and never gives up on you. From the outside looking in I may have two fathers, but in reality I have a father and a dad.

“Prove them wrong” When I was in fourth grade my dad and brother and I were playing basketball at our house, to help my brother practice. I had never played basketball except against my brother, Brayden. My dad would always be our referee and it was a lot of fun. Even though I never beat Brayden. Brayden didn’t think I was very good, and he would have to play easy on me instead of playing as well as he could have played. It really annoyed me I wanted to be as good as him or better because I wanted to actually have a chance to be better than him at one sport.

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

When analyzing an individual as a whole it’s understandable to see that the experiences they go through not only affect that certain individual, but shape them into who they are as well. These certain experiences have lasting effects on certain individuals, which influence the way they see themselves overall. For this particular essay I decided to interview my father and analyze how the experiences he’s been through thus far have shaped him into who he is today. With that being said, when I began interviewing my father, I started off with his childhood and how growing up in Bogota, Colombia affected him as a whole. At first he explained that he had a good childhood in his outside environment, since he regularly played with the kids in his neighborhood, was very social, and enjoyed school very much. However, his home life as he described it was very tense as a child. Growing up, his father was a heavy drinker and practically addicted to gambling during his childhood, which cause many problems to arise throughout this part of his life. Furthermore, he explained that the actions his father portrayed in his childhood made him decide at a young age to be the exact opposite of him. The effect of dealing with that at such a young caused my father to not view the situation in a negative aspect, but used it to motivate him to improve his own life in some way and to get out of there. My father is the second oldest out of his six siblings, but due to the situation of his father, he

My dad and I were in the car going to our my first organized basketball game. My heart was pounding I was already sweating and I was the most nervous I have ever been in my whole entire life!

a choked sob escaped my throat as i curled up on the empty bed, the ache in my chest not seeming to calm down. i felt so alone, and so wrong. he wasn't here anymore, and i wasn't able to talk to him. he was the only one who knew that i was transgender, and he seemed to be he only person who could cheer me up when i needed it.

My father was gone before I was born, and was absent in a crucial period of time in my life. It affected me in the aspect of becoming a man, and the idea of two people coming together as one. A single mother is one of the hardest situations known to man, and knowing that my father put my mother through this predicament upsets me to my core. I don't remember much about the stories my family told about my father, but I do know that I struggled without a father figure. Though my dad ended up in my life, he still left a hole in crucial moments of my childhood.

Ordinary dads work an eight-hour job, then are able to go home and relax with their families. Ordinary dads teach their children to drive when they are fifteen rather than ten. Ordinary dads do not have to quit working to attend their child’s game. But, my dad is not ordinary. My dad never stops working. He does not have the weekends off or any vacation days. I have only seen him take one day off in my entire life, for my sister’s wedding. He wakes before dawn and does not retire until long past sundown due to that he has devoted his life to not only being a dad, but also a farmer, teacher, and supporter.

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

As the line’s length continued to decrease, I continued to hug my mom. We were on our way to see my Dad in California,and by we I mean only my brother and I. Yep,that’s right,me and my brother were flying across the country BY OURSELVES to see our dad in California. Not only that, it was a 12 hour flight with two stops.

All movies have three parts, a beginning, middle, and end. This movie I’m going to share with you is no different, except this movie plays in my head every time I think about Papa. Even though I was so young I remember every day spent with Papa as if there is a movie reel going round and round in my head. Let me take you into this movie that I call life, so you too can experience Papa as I had.

In the maze of suburban communities that seem to stretch for miles, lays a young city called Maple Valley. Within the confines of this civilization is a house. This house lays on the side of a looping cul-de-sac. It’s outer walls splashed with warm hues of peach and light brown which are complimented with white trim and a cream white door. The dwelling evokes a welcoming sensation as you walk towards the entrance. Softly walking on the stoney step that led towards the entrance, you rap your knuckles on the heavy wood door. With two heavy knocks, Clunk! Clunk! Suddenly you are greeted by a flash of snowy white hair, and a big smile. You could see small wrinkles at the corners, that show he laughs a lot. The man had great blue eyes that show his kind-hearted nature, and wisdom. Whom belongs to who a person i’ve looked up to all my life, my grandfather.

My father was born on December 15, 1950, in Da Nang, a sleepy city located in Central Vietnam. His mother, my grandma, died when he was very little, so growing up, it was just him and his dad (my grandpa). Hearing my dad tell stories of him and Grandpa together brought to light just how much my grandpa meant to Dad. Every principle that Dad has taught me, he has learned from Grandpa. Sadly, that relationship was short-lived; my grandpa died when Dad was in high school. From the day his dad died to his high school graduation, Dad moved in with his uncle and his uncle’s family. Being the oldest member of his uncle’s children, Dad often had to take care of his cousins, juggling schoolwork with home responsibilities. The death of his parents so early in his life and the added responsibility of looking after his cousins meant that Dad had to grow up fast. In the time where most kids his age were exploring their surroundings and not having a care in the world, Dad was hard at work: tackling schoolwork and domestic chores at once. He tells me he had little time for sleep. After making sure all his cousins were in bed, Dad often stayed up until 3 in the morning, immersing himself in schoolwork. Then he would sleep until 6, and the day would repeat itself. Dad’s situation was not uncommon in Vietnam. Society in Vietnam expects the oldest male child in a family to carry the brunt of the workload among siblings: the one to help out the parents. They expected the child to juggle many