Essay on My Pitiful Father

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My Pitiful Father

I always thought that family was supposed to stick by family through all of the tough circumstances. So why did my father just walk out on my family when we needed him the most? How could he make us suffer and blame it all on me? Every family has its problems and arguments once in a while. My father was our family’s problem. His presence made us all feel uneasy.

I do not know what it was, but when I was a little girl, I feared my father. I feared being alone with him; I feared going out with him; I feared him. Around him I felt like I was imperfect because I thought he was perfection. He seemed to have gotten along with my older and younger brother better than me. I was the one to take his orders and
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My dad used to kick my little brother and me out of the house at night when my little brother was only four years old. He would never kick us out during the day, only when it was dark outside. He would look out the window to make sure that we would not be near the house. But he would make sure that we got back in the house before my mother came home from work. My father was always good at sneaking around because he knew we would never tell my mother anything. We were all scared and he loved it.

The worst thing that could ever happen to my brothers and me when we were young, was for my dad to be mad at us. He never just got mad for one day, and he would go on completely ignoring us. When my father was mad at anyone of us, he would not only ignore that individual but purposely show more affection to the others. When we woke up, we had to say “Good morning” to my father, and if he did not respond, we knew what kind of day it was going to be. I never realized how much of an influence my father could have on us.

As I got older, my fear of him went away. I was not the scared little girl anymore, and I told my mother everything that went on in the house. My dad noticed that I was not scared anymore, because I would not let him yell or hit me. I went to a high school in Bayonne and my dad would leave me money in the morning to take the bus. Then one day out of nowhere, my father did not

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