My Best Dream : A Short Story

As the years went on, my father went through stable periods and he went through reckless periods. My siblings and I would not see or hear from him for months on end. It was as if we didn’t have a father.

My Father once told me that it is an unspoken rule to stop and exit your car should you witness a wreck. “It is an action of human decency.” He would say. I wouldn’t have known, as I had never been in the driver’s side seat of a car, let alone allowed to touch the steering wheel. I looked forward to the day that I would be transporting my parents from Houston to our ranch in Hallettsville, which was two hours away, where we would finish out our week. Because I inevitably spent four hours in a car, driving to and from our ranch every weekend, I saw many, many car wrecks. However, seeing a car wreck was not the same as witnessing one, and as a child, I longed to be in the thick of one, not as a victim, but as the good Samaritan who hopped out of their car and rushed to the scene. I wanted to be the person that would be in the paper the next day, front cover, full color picture, in bold letters, my name and my heroism displayed for the whole city to see. It was, then, arguably unfortunate for me that my Father was such a careful driver. If I was lucky, I would see the carnage, the crushed aluminum, and the disheveled drivers from several lanes away. If I was unlucky, I would be straining to see the vivid red and blues of the constables’ light show glinting off the windshields of the other cars. As far as I knew, no one had ever been recognized for being in the backseat of a car moving away from a collision.

Dad raised his four daughters to be close and always put family first. We often talk and joke about him although it's not always easy. Today on his

The thundering sound of hooves echoes in my ears as my horse comes barreling down the hill toward me. My whistle had caused him to go crashing through the tall grass and Queen Ann’s Lace in search of me once again. Coming to a sliding stop in front of me, I gently stroke his muzzle. Letting my hands glide over his fuzzy neck and into his jet black mane, I grab ahold and throw myself onto his strong back. We go running through the pasture, scattering wild rabbits and sending sparrows a flight. I watch them fly overhead, their brown wings leading them to rest in the big oak tree that my horse and I come to a halt underneath.

I have very fond memories of my dad. One of the best memories I have with my dad was when we went to watch the new fast and furious movie. We went to the Cinema Carousel

Dad and I grew apart after that. We just drowned in our sorrows, too far away to help each other up. And just two months after Mom’s death, Dad went. “Suicide” they called it. It was murder. No matter how desperate or depressed he was, Dad would never kill himself. He wouldn’t leave his only child behind, letting them slowly die by themselves from the pain. Dad would never.

He knew this bothered me greatly and even though he refused to speak of his own mortality, he had the greatest understanding of what it is like to have no parents: to handle things normally reserved for a generation ahead of your own; to be so young and outlive your whole family. He was the one guy in this world that understood everything going on around

What my father put my sister and I through was heartbreaking and sad for all of us.

I used to love to play in the mud while he worked on cars or made bird houses. He was really good at those types of things. I remember how my dad and him would always go hunting, while I would play in the woods by his house. I also remember how he used to let me drive his four wheeler around his yard, while he was building things.

One of the earliest memories I have of my father is when he would take me to the park and we would play baseball. My father was eager to teach me everything he knew about the game, and I was eager to learn. He took it easy on me at first, allowing me to overcome my fear of being hit by the ball. Each time we went back to the park he would throw the ball a little harder. It was not long

When I got the phone call that my dad was dead I could not believe it. I became overcome with denial “No, not my dad, he wouldn’t leave me!”. I called his phone, hoping with all of my soul that he would answer the phone like he always did, greeting me with a joke of some sort. This was not the case, so I broke down. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my body and stomped on. I have always been a daddy's girl so at first I did not know how I was supposed to go on. It had always been ‘Roland and Hannah’ for anything: partners for games at home, driving together, and many other things. He was my biggest teacher and my other half. I quickly became overcome with denial “No, not my dad, he wouldn’t leave me! He knows how much I need him!”.

Chapter 1: January 1991 two years before the civil war in Sierra Leone Ishmael, Junior(brother), Talloi, and Mohamed learn rap music. 2 years later while traveling to the town of Mattru there village is attacked while they are gone and they are now stuck at Mattru Jong to wait for word from their family.

Then I got the call that my dad was in a car accident. I balled my eyes out, thinking he was dead. I thought that because he hauled gas for Klemm Tank Lines, and obviously if you crashed a trailer full of gas it would blow up. After Surgery in Iowa City, he was transferred to Saint Luke’s for healing and physical therapy. So we had to drive to Cedar Rapids every day. In March he earned his way to come home and had to do more physical therapy up at the hospital in Manchester and in Waterloo. If he didn’t do physical therapy, he would incapable of getting out of his wheelchair. Every morning we had to give him his pills and get him dressed. It was laborious for him to get dressed for himself. It was easier for our family to do it, but it could be difficult at times. We accomplished through it though. Every Wednesday he had water therapy in Waterloo, which is where you walk and do exercises in the water. Tuesdays and Thursdays he had physical therapy in Manchester, which that’s more of the walking on land instead of in the water. Even though that was painful for him, he never gave up. He always had a positive attitude toward the obstacles that came his

It is very good to have dreams but dreams usually are not tangible. Instead, goals have a good chance to

Have you ever been dreaming and it feel like you inside your dream.? Well, this an dream I will never forget. It was a perfect Friday and I had went over to my grandma’s house to spend the weekend with her. My grandma had said “We should have a girl’s night” just me and her. So we had got a lot of snacks from the store we had got some chips, popcorn, soda & juice and we had got some candy. My grandma had told me to find a scary movie to watch while she got the dinner and the snacks ready. I had got some covers for us just in case we get cold in the living room. The movie I had pick was called A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 it was an Freddy Krueger movie.