My Father And My Mother

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All throughout my childhood, I have been told that I resemble my father. We share similar characteristics like brown hair and blue-grey eyes, or even our exuberant dispositions. Sometimes, I think that it’s a compliment to be a lookalike of my father, but other times I deny it. Our personalities clash on almost a weekly basis, probably because they are almost identical. But my father and I aren’t the only ones in our family that are alike; my sister and my mother have similar personalities as well. I have three family members that differ substantially in personalities and quirks, but coincide as a loving family that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Growing up, I was always afraid of my father. Maybe it was his deep voice or the way that he would scold me when I was caught doing something wrong. Regardless of the reason, I never wanted to contradict anything that Garth Rodney Kyler said. As I grew older, I began to gain my own voice, and notice specific features of my dad that I could personally connect with. For years now I have been able to listen for my dad’s footsteps as he walks down the hallway to my room and can tell by the way that the floor creaks that it is him. Every Sunday morning he wakes up and immediately wanders to the kitchen to make a pot of black coffee. Even though he is the only person in our house that likes coffee, he makes a whole pitcher of it just out of habit. His laugh is indescribable; some days it’s a faint chuckle and other times it sounds like
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