Narrative Essay On My Father Rene Antunez Mistake

My dad supports me in everything that I do. He comes to my cross country and track meets and my basketball games. He gives me tips and pointers on how to do better in sports, school, and life. This summer my cross country team participated in a Ragnar Relay run. The course was 202.8 miles- from Winona to St. Paul, Minnesota. My dad came along and encouraged and supported us along the way. He is like a coach. I know my dad will always have my back.

We were living at my uncle’s house in California. I shared a bedroom with 3 other kids including my brother. I didn’t mind sharing a room because it was always better than my house in Mexico where I didn’t even have a bedroom! My father at the time was working for Construction Company and my mother stayed at the house. My parents had been saving every penny they could so that we were able to buy a house for ourselves. My father has always been a hardworking man. I just love how he is a very optimistic and motivational person. Every time he came home he would always be in such a positive and energetic mood no matter what the circumstances were. Life was good at the moment, until I had started my first year of school

My relationship with my father had shaped all my experiences with my friends, family, school and even careers.

     Due to the fact that my father was now on his own and trying to raise three children (my older brother from my father’s first marriage), he had to take a different position at his work. Although he was getting a raise it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He had to start working the night shift so he could get the raise. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter and because of this new change, I began to lose valuable time with him as well. It was now up to my brother to watch over us at night and make sure we got to bed on time. If there was any trouble or and problems in general, my brother would call my grandmother. For three years my dad worked that job and every night he would stay up after he got home to see us. He would make my sister and I breakfast and make we were off to school on time. This meant the world to me because no matter what he always made time for us.

I would have loved to have had him apart of my life and to have done some of the things that fathers and daughters do. Because my father was absent, it has not caused me to act out, but it stills affects me in the inside.

During my younger times, Dad would always find something for me to do when I was bored. My father was good at finding something. A worse experience was when are neighbor’s dog ran up and started to bite my ankles! Because he works for the Sioux City Health Department, my dad helped me get through the pain. It may have hurt a little, but what he did worked. A better time was when I was trying to get over a pets death, he took me all around town to make me feel better, even though I loved her. Later on, as I got older, he started to teach me not to be a “smart alec.” If my Dad was mad, you could

With my father is still strong as I used to be. The only difference now is the fact that the roles are almost flipped. I am not teaching my father to be a good person, but I am protecting him for other things in life. Not literally protecting him, but looking out for his well being and his safety. He comes to me when he needs

When my father was seven his father unfortunately passed away in an accident. My father was the last one who spoke to him and saw him. He was born into a family of four sisters, with him being the only boy in the house he quickly had to become the man of the house. He had to teach himself to be independent without the guidance from his father. My father made many great relationships and had the help from many friends when he was growing up.

I went from a single father to a wholesome family who actually ate dinner together and liked to hug and talk about their feelings. My world shifted upside down. This realization opened my eyes, and my heart. My father dying taught me to understand that many people with a hard outer shell are most likely being held back on the inside by something that has affected them. His death taught me to appreciate everyone and show kindness because that is what was shown to me during my time of need. My youthful family who adopted me, did not expect for me to feel like a part of a family or call them my parents. They got me counseling and showed me the affection that I needed to cope. Without these generous deeds, I would have crumbled. I believe whole heartedly that showing appreciation for those who also walk on this earth, like my parents did for me,will help anyone get through a rough day with a

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

He was like my second dad to me. I have been alive 9 years and nothing so tragic had happened to me. Even if i would not see him perfectly fine the next day I will never forget that moment. I wondered if i will ever see him again alive. That moment my mom told me my papa was having surgery was one of the worst

My father never had to think much when my mother was here other than go to work and come home. She did all of the caretaking responsibilities around the house and with me. When my dad saw all of these things that he had to do he froze. All of his responsibilities fell through his hands as he sat on the couch depressed. This led me to take action; I began to ask help of my family members to help teach him to pay the bills. This did not last, but one year after we almost lost our home. I took charge of this when I was fifteen I knew how to pay bills, taxes, and take care of a home and my father. Since I have been a child of a single parent I have learned not only the responsibilities of a home but also of how to take care of

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.

Growing up with a father that was never around and a father figure that also left was hard, but it taught me that I don’t need a father to rely on. I have myself and my mom, and as long as I don’t forget who I am I

The events of that night unfolded very differently for my father. He received a call in late hours from my brother-in-law informing him of what was emerging with my brother. By the time he arrived to the location, he could not reach the scene and was only able to speak with him through telephone. My father in addition to reports from the on-duty officers, describe being under the assumption that the situation was subsiding and that the circumstance would soon cease. My father does not remember hearing shots—but disaster had certainly struck. The next thing he can recall was seeing a forensic car drive by—and at that point, he knew. In what seemed like an instant, vans, helicopters, and inspectors had arrived.