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“Jr, come on. Your father’s going to be home any minute now!” My mother squealed
It was times like these that made me happy. Seeing Mother happy really made me happy. My father was returning from his 4 month deployment. My mother always would tell me how much she missed him when he was away. She’d go on and on, biting my ear off, but I didn’t mind. I can’t mind. She’s my mother, afterall.
We stood impatiently at the door with fervish looks waiting for it to open to reveal my father. I could feel my mother’s deep breaths running down my bare neck making my small hairs stand up against their will.
Knock, Knock. I felt my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My mother looked at me then at the door. After thinking it through, my mother answered …show more content…

I felt myself beginning to pant uncontrollably. If only I could tell myself it was only a nightmare, I thought. But it wasn’t... it was reality. My father had died in the line of action six years ago when I was 11. Even though it was six years ago, I still feel the same way I was feeling when that man came to our house announcing my father dead.
I cans till fell everything I was feeling that day. The sadness that suddenly dropped on my mother and I, the anger running through my veins, my mother’s tears that soaked the back of my shirt. Just thinking about her reaction made angry...not sad.
This was my year, I thought to myself. I had finally turned 17 and can deploy. At age 15, I enrolled into a Marine program at high school. No matter how good or bad I was at my academics, I always exceeded in the program. At times, my sergeant would even tell me that I was as good as my father was. I knew without a doubt that the Marines was where I belonged.
Today in the program, Sergeant Gomez asked me if I ever wanted to deploy. Of course I did. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since joining the program. Now, that i have turned 17, I can. When school was over, I went all “Forrest Gump”. I ran all the way home to share the news with my mother. I didn’t know how she’d react, and that made me nervous.
Coming into the house, I felt beams of sweat coming down on my forehead gonna down onto my temples. The sweat made my dark curly hair stick on my forehead. All of the sudden, I

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My Life - Original Writing