Personal Commentary On My Father

With one last look at his face, I mutter,"Dar, I want to go home. "

In the fall of 2012, my mother almost succumbed to her illness. I had just begun my freshman year of high school midst angry conversations between my parents and the threat of separation. It would seem as if they bickered about the most irrelevant things, almost as if they had no other reason to fight other than the fight itself. Those moments were excruciatingly lonely, my father worked until the dead of night and my mother would come home exhausted from treatment. I now know that there was no one who felt more unvalued than my mother. I wish I had the ability to iron away this blunder that destiny had fabricated, however foolish this desire is.

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

I don’t remember most of my parent’s marriage and most of the memories I do have of them being together, they were always arguing. I was in 3rd grade when the arguing started. Being so young, I always thought my parents were happy and that they would stay together forever, as every child thinks. In the beginning, they never fought in front of my brother and I and they seemed perfectly fine in front of us. But as the year continued on, they fought

“Do not be uneasy about me. I am among friends. I will close with great respects. Your affectionate father. Farewell”

As everything was progressing forward, my parents relationship was taking a turn for the worse. It seemed like they were complaining about each other a lot more. I didn’t understand it. They never really complained about each other before. All of a sudden they just started yelling about how much they couldn’t stand each other. I would usually defend the other parent and say that they shouldn't talk about each other in front of me. I became very irritating. It reminded me of a part in The Glass Castle. There is a part where Jeanette’s parents fight for a long time. They fight all through the night and into the next morning. It was like that except in an indirect sort of way. I became more irritated. Why did my parents resent each other so much? They had been married for many years and had three

“Oh my goodness, I promise, definitely! And I’m going to miss you so much too. Maybe you can come and stay with us? What do you think your father would

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

“Okay dad I won’t give up, I love you,” I balled while tears were dripping down my cheek.

Dad was gone. I don't know how me and mom are going to get over the fact that he is dead. I'm starting to cheer up but that's just because of John. “The farm looks really good” said John. Thanks, me and mom worked really hard to keep it up and going while you all were gone. It was hard.” Mom is taking his death very hard” he said. “Yeah she is, Bub i miss dad alot” I said.” Look at me, you need to stay strong, your are the only one holding us all together right now Mary.”he said. I cried on his shoulder for a good long while until mom called for supper and we raced to the

In our lives, we will not always be loved. People will lie to us, cheat us, and make us feel like we are absolutely worthless. In in end, however, we will always have the comfort of knowing that our parents will be there for us. Let’s face it though, nobody has a perfect relationship with their parents. At least one a day, if not more, an argument occurs between a parent and their child, causing hurt feelings and a lot of tension. Arguments can be formed based on very serious topics, the tiniest of problems, or even plain misunderstandings. Tension between a parent and their child is exemplified in both Confetti Girl by Diana Lopez and Tortilla Sun by Jennifer Cervantes.

“My dad died of cancer, and I guess I blamed myself for not being there enough. So, I decided getting away would fix everything, but even though I’m gone, everything reminds me of him.” She wipes a tear from her eyes and sniffles, “I’m sorry, but I should go home.”

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

I look around and realize I am inside my house in my bedroom. I get out of bed and walk out into the hallway. I see my father downstairs sitting on the couch, waiting for me. As I step down the creaky stairs, he is looking at me with a smile on his face. I sit on the couch beside him.