My Father Is My Dad

All the father love their sons or daughters. Although they have done something bad affecting themselves and making their father unhappy, he is still sadly calm down and teach them which is good or bad about human being, their life, or their future. A father can be the one as a mother when the mother is sick or already dead, which means he has

About five years ago, I had the best relationship anyone could ask for with my father. I could tell him anything, from good to bad. I remember coming home from school with my first bad grade on a test, I ran to my room, and called my father. I was so hysterical I did not know what to do. My father was always great at calming me down in situations like this, which is why nobody could every replace him. The summer before we left for Oklahoma, my father became engaged to a soon to be step-mother. She seemed very nice, but she is also the reason my father and I lost touch. He moved on to “better things” as he would put it. We use to talk every day, but it soon turned into every other day, then every other week, then every month, and eventually not. The last conversation I had with my father was not the best and I am sure the both of us wish we could take stuff back, but once it is said you cannot erase it. It has now been three

Growing up, I was raised to believe I was not poor, but the reality was my mother and father could barely make ends meet. My father ended up working full time while my mother stayed at home and raised me, and eventually my four other brothers who were born later. The financial stress and my mother’s depression and apathy combined to create an incredibly toxic relationship between my parents, and although they got married for financial purposes when I was five, they both did not want to be together. Their abusive, toxic interactions towards each other and their children subjected all of us children to an incredibly unhealthy home environment.

I'm 17 years old now, and I'm still waiting for my father… to grow up.

A relationship between a father and his child is one of the most sacred bonds to have growing up. Some people do not have to fortunate of having such a thing. Other people have fathers that do terrible things (such as murder, rape, or stealing) to either others or themselves.

I feel like my life would have been somewhat better if my dad was in my life. My dad is a hardworking, extremely determined man. He’s pushed to reach my goals and expect more for myself from a distance, but I strongly believe if he was there every day he would have pushed me so much more to reach my full potential rather than just doing things to get by. My dad has always wanted the best for me, but with him being there, he would have actually made it happen for me to get the best. He could have possibly protected me from the bad things that have happened to me. Although I wish I could go back and change things, I cannot. I do think that if my dad was in my life, it could have been worse than it was. He could have been there, but not actually be there. Resentment definitely would have played a role if my dad was around without really wanting to be there. I try not to think about what could have been though. No one has a perfect life, but I am grateful for the life I was given.

To me the relationship of a father and son is a deep bond that two beings can have. From a young child’s point of view, his father is his main male role model. As a result, many children when young may want to be like their fathers when they grow up. Although this may change as children grow up and are introduced to new ideas and try to figure out who they are, this is where the father is either understanding of his son’s choices or against them. As young adults, we don’t like to be told what to do or be criticized for our choices, so if we find solace in someone else who understands us and does not judge us, we view that person more highly almost fatherly, but though you view that person highly you know that he cannot take the place of your blood father.

“A father is neither an anchor to hold us back nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.” A father is commonly thought of as a protector, a money maker, the one who takes care of issues. They are also known as betrayers, cowards, and boors. When the word dad comes to mind, what do you think of? Your hero, best friend, worst enemy? I think of martial arts, hospitals, and some life lessons that have changed who I am forever.

This move thrusts me into a whirlwind of uncertainty; my dad was my hero and now, I do not know what to think. I knew of my father as a giving man. He dedicated so much of his time and resources to help those less fortunate and unfortunately, it was at the peril of his family.

My father was the eldest of three sons and ultimately had to raise his siblings at the age of 8 following the rather messy divorce of my grandparents. Following the divorce my grandmother moved the family across the country. My father had to start working at a very young age in order to help out financially within the house hold. My father did not come from a poor family, both of his parents held high incomes and had family money. However, my father was cut off financially by both of his parents because they believed that

My Dad was born into a middle-class family in India and was the oldest of his other two brothers he had to take care of the younger brothers as well as working in the family printing business. As he grew up he joined the air force in India as his family needed financial support and then continued to work there for 15 years. During this period, he married my mother Minimol James and had two children, me and my little sister Naomi. The whole family moved to UK in 2004 March at this period we were financially struggling as my mother was the only one that was working at the time and dad was unemployed. Due to this the family was living with friends initially and then slowly moved into an apartment to rent. During this period, he eventually got work at Macdonalds and at the same time had to helped both families back in India. In 2007 the whole family moved to Australia as my mother’s job got transferred, there again dad was unemployed. However, this time he attempted to get back into his air force job by gaining the qualifications that were needed at TAFE however this did not work out as the jobs he was looking or meant staying away from the family for 2 to 3 months. He eventually found a stable

When I was five years old my parents got a divorce. My father was abusive towards me on many occasions and was known to cheat on my mom. I remember him getting mad at me one time, he proceeded to kick me multiple times with cowboy boots on. It was so bad I could not sit down for a week. He would not play a significant role in my life going forward. “…children with abusive fathers may disengage from their fathers, preferring to distance and buffer themselves from the harmful effects of negative paternal involvement” (Dick,2005). Not having a positive father figure present in my life, has negatively affected my life in countless ways.

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

How do you feel for towards your father? Today he is just another person in this planet I could care less about him. When I was a child I would cry for him I would stay in the door and hope that he would come home from work but he never came. When I began to grow and I learn how bitter my mom was because of him and I grew anger towards him not just because he made my mom so bitter but because he never came back for me he abandon me.

My father is my inspiration, motivator and the actor of my life. I am so sorry Dad! at the very last moment of your life I could not even say you bye. I had a mountainous pile of dream to share with you, to discuss with you but all curiosity remained unresolved. I know you were excited to see your grandson that you hadn’t met since his birth. Thats the reason I was flying to Nepal as soon as possible but unfortunately we can’t meet due to almighty. You flew away before I reached to you. You left this world without meeting me and your grandson forever. I felt so wretched Dad. I was teared, cracked and broken down to the road. I wasn’t able to give you the physical attachment with my son to whom you were waiting for a long time to feel, to see and to touch. I had dream of seeing your happiness after putting him on your lap. I was thinking that you would laugh at him, enjoy with his innocents and would forget your physical tiredness and pain.