I Had No Idea Why My Father Request

One year ago, I was living alone in Saudi Arabia when my family came to United State. I recognized that year was very difficult because I thought my parents showed favoritism to me. They wanted to took all my sisters and my brother to study in United State, but they did not want me to come with them since I had faced a problem, which if I was studied in United State, I would be in ninth grade and that would make me late two years of graduation. However, in Saudi Arabia I was in my last year of high school. As a result, my parents decided to complete my education back home. When my parents told me their decision, my morale was bottoms out due to living without my family means to me would be disturbing and tedious. We all agree that family is important element in our life.

I did not really lie, I just left out a few things that Myles and I did after the introductions. Louis seemed to take my explanation without a hint of suspicion, but when I glanced at Boudreaux, I could tell he was

My father left us and risks his life here in the US to find jobs that would provide his family financially, especially to pay for the hospital finances that was made when I got admitted due to my heart complication. They had to decide whether they should let me go through a surgery because the longer I have my heart disease, the worst it gets. So, every time that I need to visit my doctor for a check-up, he would always suggest that I should go through the surgery. However, my dad refused, because he wanted to have my surgery here in the United States, where he believed that medical practice is more advanced than the Philippines. Therefore, my father worked hard to take us from the Philippines to Hawaii. And when he earned enough money for our paper processing, more complications added to his load. Our papers contracted so much problems, such as incorrect birth date, and got manipulated by fake travel agencies. All these problems require lots of money to correct; therefore, my father had to work harder. His diligence paid off, where after several years of waiting, my father finally can bring us here with

Have you ever been able to trick someone into thinking you’re on their side? What would you do if you had the ability to deceive anyone? People refer to me as the “King of Deceit”. My intentions were not motivated by jealousy rather they were motivated by a sense of betrayal.

18 June 2016, he met me asked to stay in SL suddenly, which I didn’t agree without knowing any fair reason. And he was ignoring meeting me or my family. 21 June he suddenly left SL, changing his tickets without even telling me. He didn’t contact me after he left SL and he disconnected my Australian number too. Upon my request as I wanted to come and see why he’s behaving such, my father spent on my return air ticket to arrive in Mel on 27 June 2016.

My dad is the owner of an entertainment company, in which every weekend he goes out to weddings and parties. Occasionally I would support my parent by carrying bags or helping to setup. Usually, playing with friends or participating in sports is what I would be doing. When I went with my father to a few events, we both noticed that there were photo booths at the venues. This influenced my father into purchasing a photo booth because it created more business. My dad had not yet bought the photo booth, but he told me on a spring day that I was going to have to help out more frequently. When this information came to me, I was quite worried about how his decision would affect me. I did not realize at the time how I would be affected, whether it

anything else I needed help with. I told her of the nomination letter I would never get and she

Bombs exploded close by, I could feel the ground shaking as the fear resonated through my body. Why? Why had my father gone to fight? And left me trapped here in this tiny apartment in Sarajevo with my four brothers. Would I ever see my Papa again? Would I ever live to see my Mother and sister again? They wisely fled to Italy to avoid the war, but now a country once so close seemed like another world away. Our homeland Yugoslavia was splintering and falling apart around us, my father determined to keep the Bosnians together had volunteered to lead a militant group up into the mountains and left my eldest brother Antonio in charge. Antonio was only seventeen, a natural born leader, but he stayed behind to care for us rather than to fight alongside our father. The next eldest brother David was fifteen wants to fight alongside our father, a true patriot, but our father and Antonio forbid him from fighting. I am Luka and my twin brother Marcos and I are just a year younger at fourteen and share similar qualities of course because we are twins. We were both very talented in school and at soccer and we also had quiet mouths but loud brains. The baby is Ivan, he only nine and the bombings scare

I could sense the cold hard stare of the office administrator behind me like needles poking into my back. I sat as I thought to myself, What could I have done better? I regretted the choice I had made. Why did I do it? Maybe it was better to show my dad my 60% math test than to be sitting in the office waiting to be handed my death sentence. I shouldn’t have done it. I had forged my dad’s signature to escape from being grounded. I waited as I listened to the principal talking on the phone to my dad telling him the bad news. I wanted to scream that it was untrue, but I knew it was.

I sat in the airport boarding area hyperventilating. My father looked over at me from his seat, more annoyed than concerned. He knew that I didn't want to travel, yet he made it clear that I, being 14 years old, had no choice in the matter. We were going to visit my grandparents in Puerto Rico. They hadn't seen me in years and had been asking for a visit for some time. I was told it would be a time to reconnect with my dad's side of the family, enjoy the country air and the beaches. Oh, and there was this one other thing. I wasn't supposed to let anyone know that my mother had died a year and a half ago. You see, my father hadn't found the right way to tell them that their ex-daughter in law had succumbed to cancer after a two year battle

When I was young I didn’t have a father figure in my life, it was my mother raising five children all on her own. We lived in a fairly poor housing project which was made up of blacks and whites; there was not much diversity in our neighborhood. My mother worked part time and went to college part time, which left my siblings and me fending for ourselves a lot of the time. My brother who was the oldest treated us as if he were the man of the house and did what he could to keep us safe. I don’t feel as though my mother invested a lot of time or commitment with us, which caused some emotional development issues among us all. One thing I do know is she always took the time to be sure we attended church every Sunday which we all looked forward to. Most of my young childhood days were chaotic and dysfunctional which made me sad and unsure about how I could trust anyone. I have suffered some childhood trauma which later turned into anxiety while in my teenage years.

next board of directors meeting was in just two days, and she needed to be sure her presentation was

I had no idea why my father requests me to return from the European corporate office. This was unexpected when it was his idea for me to do my internship out of the country in the first place. Working in a satellite office that was on the verge of shutting down was the perfect place or me, in his opinion. He believes me working at the place because it was the perfect location to learn from my mistakes without everyone looking over my shoulder and bothering me because my father owns the corporation. Using my mother’s maiden name insured my anonymity, but I had quickly corrected the troubles the office was having and came very close to being fired.

To believe in something is to accept something as true, genuine, or real. We all have strong beliefs that may or may not be true, but everybody wants to believe in something. Our beliefs are gathered from experience or what we have heard. I have had a couple of months to write this essay, but I waited until the last-minute because I wanted to think of the perfect words without them backfiring. Honestly, not everybody will be okay with any type of words I choose. My life hasn’t been perfect, but through all the adversities, I have gained this undeniable strength. I have learned how to defend myself, I learned I was smart, and despite what many have said, I do have a chance at a life where I am happy and successful.

People quiet and stop chasing their dreams because of money, but money is not the issue. When I start understanding objects around me I found myself as a refugee in Peshawar Pakhtunkhwa. We were an average income family living in Pakistan. My Father was an ambitious man he dreamed about all of us to get higher and quality education, he was sending us to Private school rather than to government or refugee school. At private school you pay but get more than medium education there. Life was rolling gradually and slowly until 1996 my father passed away that was probably the moment when dreams were shattered and it was like the world end for us.