Personal Narrative Essay : A Dream About My Dad

Then, when we woke up we went to the hospital to go see my Dad. He was in the hospital because his wife through boiling water at him because they got into a fight. So when we got into his room he called me Beba and we both started to cry. After we started to talk I asked him why he left? He said he didn’t want to leave that his wife begged him to and he finally leafed with her to make her happy. Then I asked him why he couldn’t make me happy and stay in Rhode Island with me and my mom he said he couldn't and he didn’t know why. So I changed the topic and we all talked for hours until it was time to go. And that was the last time i saw my

i was so mad that I slammed the car door. I went to class mad and upset. i went through first period and second period and arrived at third period. I was in third period for 10 minutes when i was called down to the office. I walked in and the office aid told me to sit down. I sat down and waited for about 10 minutes when my mom walked in. She had tears in her eyes and tears streaming down her face. At that moment I realized everything. I knew why she was crying, I knew why she said no when asked to see grandpa after school. I ran to my mom and hugged her and I burst into tears. I walked back to my locker to grab my backpack and saw my best friend Dustin Flatter. He saw me in tears and he ran to my aid. I told him what was wrong and he hugged me. I grabbed my stuff and left. I walked outside and the first thing I saw was my sister Hannah with her hands in her face. I got in the car and we left in a silenced car ride home. My mom started to talk and said the reason my dad was gone was because he went to the hospital. My dad got to Dayton from Tipp City in 9 Minutes. He arrived with just enough time to say goodbye and I love you. Instead of going home my mom drove me and my sister to my grandmas house

The book, Dreams from My Father, is written by Barack Obama, the President of the United States.  This book is written from the past tense as President Obama discusses his lifestyle before he attended Harvard Law school.  The book starts with him describing the scenery of his New York apartment which we can assume is either while he is attending or graduated from Columbia College at Columbia University.  He describes his family's influence on his life and education.  The most influential person to President Obama, from my perspective is his father, Barack Obama, Sr.  His father was influential because he too attended Harvard, his impact on Barack seemed more psychological as well because his father wasn’t always around as him and Barack’s

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

So I called my dad since that’s who I live with and he told me he was on his way to come pick me up at work and that we were going to the hospital because my grandma called him and said the ambulance came to the house and took my mom and rushed her to the hospital in the cities. My dad couldn’t tell me what was wrong all he said was “it wasn’t looking to good for your mother”. My dad came and got me from work and we drove to the cities. We go to the hospital and every one of my family members where there a greeted me with hugs. Everyone was crying which means that things are looking good for my mom. We probably stayed at the hospital for roughly 12 hours talking to family, doctors, and praying for my mom. A lot of family friends came to hospital and or texted me or my family. A lot of people posted on my mom’s or my Facebook wall praying for us that she would get better. After being up for 21 hours, the doctors said she was in good hands for the night. I didn’t want to leave her but I needed to sleep and maybe get ready for work tomorrow. So my dad and I agreed to go home and hopefully come back in the morning, so we said good bye to my family that’s staying there the

Barack Obama’s Dreams From My Father is exactly what it claims to be by title, a story of race and identity. Barack Obama comes from a diverse background, which he explores throughout the book. Having a white American mother and black Kenyan father, he has a different experience than the majority of people in society when it comes to race and identity, however still it seems similar to the experience of many blacks as described in William E. Cross’s Black Psychological theory, the Nigresence Model of Racial Identity Development. While Obama’s experience does not necessarily occur in chronological order according to Cross’s model, in my opinion, it portrays a good example of how someone enters each stage of

Two months passed by, my parents slowly but surely were crippling from the inside. My mom couldn’t look at me for a minute without starting to cry. Dad was quiet, never said a word, he would just hug my mother with great sadness. Cory would come and read to me every night even though she was exhausted. Both of her arms had a reddish-violet tint to them but I was scared to ask her why. She would always tell me that she loved me, and that she would always be caring for me no matter what. I was really confused all this time but I wasn’t dumb, I knew something was

My parents’ faces wore dark and grave expressions that told me there wasn't any good news to be shared. They began the conversation by telling us that what was going to be discussed was confidential and that it should not to be discussed with anyone besides them. After their warning we began to talk. They started off by saying we should not be alarmed or bothered by the information we will hear, but that it happens and sometimes things don't work out. After all of their preliminary words they told us the news. They told us that our close family friends, the Parkers had decided to get divorced. This was a shock for my brother and I and it shone on our faces with closed mouths and wide eyes. The room was so silent it was like there was a funeral going on in my home. They took a brief pause before they started talking again, but there was nothing to be said, only things to think. After the initial shock I thought of my best friend Tyler and what this would be like for him. I couldn't even imagine how this would effect him, but unfortunately I would find out only a short time later when my parents made the same decision. Shortly after the news was shared my parents reassured us that everything would be okay and they left us in the family room dumbfounded. I couldn't believe it. The same parents who were always joking and having fun together were getting

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

I was sleeping over at a friend’s house when their mom told me that someone wanted to talk to me and handed me a phone. It was the cops and they talked about how they got a call from the neighbor that they heard something going on at my house. The police came in to find my mother's dead body and my dad passed out in his room. I was scared when they came to get me to go and talk to my dad. He was talking about how he had gotten home from work and had no clue where my mother was. Then he went up to his room to take a nap cause at that time he was working nights and then he woke up behind

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama and Canicula by Norma Cantu are both autobiographical novels that discuss the obstacles that a minority faces with living in a predominately white society, thus causing struggles with identity and family. Dreams from My Father highlights the key events that shaped the man that is Barack Obama. Commencing with Obama’s childhood years which show a dynamic change in culture and family structure. Obama struggles with the fact that he is an African American man raised by a white family. Living in distinct locations with strong cultures like Kenya and Chicago has allowed him to establish his own principles and motivation in life. During his time in Chicago Obama was able to establish his purpose in life: to

I was not sure if I should ask my mother if she was okay, but I knew that I needed to. I waited to see if she noticed me. I got nervous, but I asked her, “What happened?”. She did not want to say what it was. That is when my heart sank into my stomach. I kept thinking to myself, “Did something happen to my dad?”. My mom grabbed her car keys and told me that we were going for a drive. As we sat in the car, it was so silent. The type of silence that can cut the air like a knife. Still thinking to myself, my mom said to me, “There is nothing to worry about.” I did not believe her. I noticed

On August 16,2017 at approximately 9:30 I was told that I was being signed out of school by my father. While I walked toward the office many things where going through my head. I thought to myself “why would my dad pick me up, something has to be wrong.” When I saw my father's face I knew in my heart that something very bad had happened. After I had gotten to the car my father told me “your great grandfather passed away this morning.” When I was told this I didn't know what to say or what to think. I had many questions as to what happened, where he was and what was going to happen.