My Father : My Best Friend

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

We had been at the hotel for about thirty minutes when we got the call from the lobby that they had arrived and were on their way up the elevator. The three of us scrambled in excitement waiting to hear a knock at the door. Finally there is a knock at the door and my dad rushes to the door and opens it. We see a woman, his foster mother, holding a baby boy, at the door. She carried him in and laid him on the bed. We all walked over and admired the baby. I was the first one to sit down and hold my new baby brother.

As they met, Roger saw his dad cry for the first time. This shocked him, and was a little embarrassing. He wasn’t used to seeing tears from his father, or much emotion at all. His father normally wouldn’t expose himself like this, and it made Roger uncomfortable. Despite this, he hugged his father and waited silently for the crying to end. Once it did, his father told him how much he missed him, and how glad he was that they were together again. Roger responded by briefly saying,”I missed you too, Dad.”

A phenomenal, strong, and intelligent woman. I introduce myself in such ways because I am a daddyless daughter, however being a daddy-less daughter does not define who I am. It does not take away the hard work, and achievements I have encountered in my 20 years of living.

Then my dad come out my dad told me to get in the car because it was chilly outside. I was feeling nerves then my dad told me the news. Then

After my mom came inside and brought in all her stuff and said hi. She told us to sit down. She told us she did not know if our aunt Mary was going to make it because she was not doing very well. First thing that went through my head was all the memories my family had with her and her family. The 4th of july, Christmas, getting our christmas tree, going up north every year and always going to their pool in

While I was still little I didn’t quite understand why he had to be so far away. He would come down to visit once a year, I used to be so happy to see him. He would always bring me gifts and money every time he came home. Every year when he came home for a little while we used to stay at my uncle’s house, it was always fun. Me and my dad would always

My surgeon, Dr. Mainigi came back into the room with two other doctors and she told me that it was time for me to be wheeled away. I said my “I love you’s” to my family as one of the male doctors wheeled me away. He was asking me questions, trying to ease my nerves a little bit. We finally reached the operating room. I transferred from the hospital bed to the operating table. My heart was beating so fast, as I realized this was really happening. There were at least 10 doctors in the room and there was a light above me shining down on me. Dr. Mainigi anesthetized me and before I knew it, I saw

“There’s no way to know yet, but he is already in surgery,” and with that, she hung up and we were on our way to the hospital.

He was my second father, always having my back, always teaching me right from wrong and telling me the most interesting stories that shaped him growing up. His love for the game of golf was so contagious; I picked the game up when I was just 3 years old, just going out on the course with him every weekend. He taught me how to play the game and associated the game with life lessons that I will never forget. We often have these life-lesson talks, where he tries to impart on me his knowledge that he

It seemed that we stood in the banquet/gym area for what seemed like an eternity and my family kept taking so many pictures. Finally, about sunrise, the busses arrived to take my dad away, but not before we sat outside for a few more hours.

It was a very important day and we would not miss it for the world, even if I wasn’t so happy about him being here. I knew it was going to be a memorable moment i would not want to miss out on.When he got to see his mom, she was in pain. It kinda scared him because she hate to see her in pain like that. The moment was mesmerizing.

I went into the front room shocked, extremely scared and watched until the ambulance pulled into the driveway. My grandpa was put into the ambulance and taken to the hospital. I was really afraid and really didn’t know what

I realized there was nothing else to be done, he was not my father and I was sure I’d see him someday, he wouldn’t stop loving me, and we would always have the memories of the brief time we shared our lives. He made the best out of my childhood.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.