Personal Narrative Essay : The Father Of My Father

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

One of these days happiness isn’t always going to be your best friend. At times you’ll feel as if you’re chained to the ground. The cold metal chains attached to your hands, and you try to find a way to be set free. Trying to have answers to the problem you are facing. Like me, I have been facing the loss of my father. Trying not to meet the flashbacks in your head, not trying to picture the critical moments. This tragedy event leads me to a dark room. Going to a corner, wrapping myself up, and shedding tears down like a river.

"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.

It was a cold December night Dad had locked me out of the house it was better than the

my life is not perfet I was born do not have everything like the others my parent dirolce when i was a child iI live with my grandpareants grandma taught to take care of my everything I got love from grandparents Although iI have no father sine I can remember I don't know word father I've never seen a face but I get love from the people around and my mom bak on 6 years ago I'm 12 years old As the memories of special the best story for me I met father come to me my father never saw more than 10 years I was shocked and excited don't think that's true I looked at my father for a long time and I think this is my father  It'good for me  I don't think I will met but why am I like this I'm not interested father unti now I want to go back in time but

All I ever wanted was my Dad to be with me. When I was born my dad was with me since I was 2 years old.When I was growing up at 2 years old I had a stepdad because my mom had left because he had done a lot of bad stuff in his past that can probably affect him in the future. When I was 9 my mom started telling me about my dad and what he has done like, drinking while driving. Then after that she started letting me call my dad on her phone we will just talk about me and what’s going on in school and every time am on the phone with him I always ask if he was ok, and if he's ok then I felt like heaven. But then I heard he was still drinking while he is driving and I was scared I didn’t want him to go jail. Even though my dad did lots of bad stuff I still cared about him and I still loved him.

When I was little, my grandma and I spent a lot of time together. My grandpa was always out and about, doing work all over the place because he owns a real estate appraisal type of business. So I wouldn 't really get to see him that often. My grandma would stay home a lot of the time because she had to watch me.

As a kid I had always wished for you and mom to get a divorce. I had spent nights crying because of how much I would hear you and her fighting. Still to this day I question why mom stays with you, what you have done to deserve your amazing family even though it seems you often forget about us. I struggle day to day with you because you were always the one I went to when I was hurt, when I was sad, or when I just wanted to talk about something. I have always been a daddy's girl but that has hurt me even more. When we’re out doing stuff I forget about what you do, what happens at home. But after time a switch flips, I’m hit with reality and reminded of the truth, reminded of the issues you always seem to cause.

As a kid, I had always wished for you and mom to get a divorce. I had spent nights crying because of how often I would hear you and her fighting. Still to this day I question why mom stays with you, what you have done to deserve your amazing family even though it seems you often forget about us. I struggle day to day with you because you were always the one I went to when I was hurt, when I was sad, or when I just wanted to talk about something. I have always been a daddy's girl, but that has made all of this even harder. When we’re out doing stuff I forget about what you do, what happens at home. But after time a switch flips, I’m hit with reality and reminded of the truth, reminded of the issues you always seem to cause.

I just got back from school, and i finished my homework. It was a stormy night with loud bangs and long strike of lighting. My mom called me for dinner, so i rushed down stairs. At the table there was my brother Josh. He is 14 with dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. He was an average height for his age. Josh was very stuck up and thought he was the best and new everything, but he was a great brother. My mom was a easy going person. She had light brown wavy hair with blue eyes. She was kind of short and she always wore some type of dress. Then there was me. I was 12 at the time, about to turn 13, i was average height and had dark brown hair and almost black eyes. Now you're wondering, where's the dad?. Our dad walked out on us when i was born. It's been hard for my mom but she has always manage to keep a smile on her face.

As I sat down at my kitchen counter on Sunday night, I was texting one of my friends and I asked what they were doing, they responded by saying that they were typing up their interview. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t done my interview yet! I scrambled to my parents room to ask my dad if i could interview him for an English project. Thankfully, he groggily agreed to be interviewed. As I sat down on my parents couch across from their bed I realized that I didn’t know all about my dad’s college experiences, and I was grateful to get to know him a little bit more. My Dad is precisely the type of person that I want to be when i am older. Except I don't want to be bald, definitely not that, but besides that he has a lot of outstanding qualities that I also would like to have. He works hard, loves his family, values education and helping other people, and he did a lot of similar activities that I do today. My father’s name is Stephen Hammarstrom, he was born in Hayward California and then a bit later in his life moved to Manteca California, he currently works at Fremont Rideout.

The first time I met him it was a hot humid day with the sun blazing down on all four of us in late september. My sister’s face was beaming proudly as she finally introduced us to her new boyfriend as he stepped around the front of his maroon truck. It was just the four of us in the large parking lot next to the quarter mile two story school that lianna and I went to. He was tall, a bit lanky but also muscular. My first impression doesn’t give him much credit to the man he is today but he gave a firm handshake and pretended not to notice when Lianna and I gave McKenna looks of approval which just added to the reasons to shoot McKenna looks of approval making her blush.

I had this fear about all my life and my fear is spiders I hate them and fear them they could jump or have poison. But

As a small child, I looked at the world with hope and excitement, little gleaming, baby blue eyes, staring in awe at everything that was new and interesting. Then my father died when I was five, that’s when those baby blue eyes lost their gleam and the world seems a little bit duller. Those baby blue eyes changed to ice grey and dark blue, and my outlooked changed as life events shaped who I am. My ex-best friend and I had a fight back in March of 2017, causing me pain and sadness. In March of 2017 that same day, things looked a little brighter, when my now boyfriend helped me through it. July of 2017, the world seemed brighter and through all of this my values were clear: growth, happiness, and love.

He stood 5 feet and 9.5 inches tall. Dark brown skin tone with a mustache to go with it. Strong arms that could lift the impossible. Confidence in his way of walk, always knowing what his next move would be. He drank beer and had a gut to show it. To many he was just a regular Hispanic dad, but to me… my dad used to be my hero and idol.