Personal Narrative: I Call My Dad

Elyar, my best friend had just told me ,Ricky, was now gonna tell the principal what I done. It didn't occur to me this was going to happen when I punched his brother ,Duke . Oh, God my dad is gonna kill me. His brother told me my sister, Sanai looked like a flat tire. I was so protective over my sister I couldn't take it. But, maybe I would be off the hook with my dad because I was defending her. Sanai most of the time thought I was her police because I would stick up for her. But, because dad was working 12 and a half hours each day it was my job to protect her. Next year when im in middle school she wont have

I once read a book about a guy who believes that everyone gets a tragedy at some point in their life. I never thought this could be true, because some people have great lives, and even if they do not how would they decide what the single hardest moment was? Recently my father passed away, and I realized you do not get to decide, you just know. This had been the hardest point in my life, however, the same book taught me that good things can come out of any bad experience if you look for them. Before I could see that I had to deal with many things, such as realizing he was really gone, going to his funeral, and going back to school. I also had to cope with the fact that I would never have the chance to change the relationship I

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

I believe in my shotgun, because it teaches me that I can find success by overcoming the challenges that come my way.

During my childhood there were plenty of times that my parents have made me angry, but that completely changed into to anger towards my step dad. When he first came into our lives it was strange because he wasn’t my dad and I didn’t really like someone I didn’t know trying to discipline me especially if you weren’t my parent. As a child I couldn’t stand I had a lot of built up anger towards him because he wasn’t my parent so what gives him the right to put his hands on me even if I was being bad it wasn’t his job to discipline me it was unfair. That anger suddenly turned into rage and hatred towards him when I witness something I remember clear as day. Though I tried my best to suppress the memory every time I looked at him I remembered everything

My dad is the perfect picture of the “American Dad.” He plays football in the yard, has “a talk” with any boy before they are allowed to date me, and considers grilling a fine art; so, when he informed my family that we would be embarking on the “Good Ole American Family Road Trip” I was not even slightly surprised. Me being the travel enthusiast that I am was overjoyed at the idea of travelling to other states and experiencing things that I had not yet seen, but I was also weary at the thought of spending almost two weeks straight in a car with my family.

you lived a perfect live, worked hard througout school and been a faithful christian you whole life. you were respectful and grateful as a kid and never took anything for granted. you have worked your whole adult life on being the perfect father and dont think you could have done any better. you read the scripture every day and work extremely hard to provide for our family. you never yell or raise you voice and always keep your cool. you manage to bring scripture into punishing us. you struggled early on in your marraige just to put aside money to put us through college. i have done nothing to deserve it. you have been the perfect husband to mom. never fighting and always compromising to make her feel like she should feel. you are so

“So—dad.” Arlene called him dad. Stacey always would be her dad. “I know you and Arlen are itching to see each other, but if you get a chance, I was wondering if you two would discuss something. Arlen and I talked, and we have both been wondering when you’re finally going to decide to move back east. The reason I’m bringing this up is that I my fiancee Jim has been twisting my arm to get married. He even went so far as to mention to mom how nice it would be if he and I got married in Las Vegas. I tried stalling him a while ago by saying I wasn't interested in any big fanfare. He hatched another angle, because he knew Las Vegas is just a hop, skip, and a jump from where you are in California. He was figuring mom would jump at the idea to help

My father is a very traditional, conservative, religious man. A product of his time, upbringing, and culture. Abandoned by his mother, neglected by his father, and raised by an aunt who already had too many children of her own, my father has always had to fend for himself. From an early age he had to start working, I was once told by him that in the absence of his father, he looked up to his bosses for a role model. A lot of them were drunks and chauvinist. My father grew around these men, idolizing them and learning from them how to be a man. Years have passed but their voices still echo his.

"No buts, son. What I say goes, and I said no! "Howie was yelling now.

In their infinite wisdom, NAU have scheduled my health insurance payment for January-May, my “course fees” for the spring term and my first rent and meal plan payments for a week before I get my Student Finance money through. Chloe and I are going to go to the finance office on Monday, explain the situation to them and hope that we can be granted an extension. However, given all the financial guarantees we made to NAU before coming here, neither of us are holding our breaths for leniency (especially not Chloe - we have to the cardiologists today to try and get that sorted). I’m just giving you the heads up in case I need to borrow some money until the loan/grant come through.

Ben said “Dad, it’s me Ben I wanted to let you know I only have a few days left to live, I know we haven’t been close for a while but I wanted to let you know that I still love you. Thanks for everything Dad, I love you.”

Daddy was a preacher man. Every Sunday of the month he would go to a different small

Separated from my dad nine years ago wasn’t really right, I was born torn from my dad for the rest of my life. It was hard to understand why we were; moving to Atlanta and my dad wasn’t coming along. What was going on in my head was my mom was just thinking of herself and not thinking of the rest of the family. Me and My sister was thinking who would we live with for now on but my mom was determined we was going along with her. My parents were born in the Caribbean of Trinidad and Tobago. They have been together since high school up until the year of 2004. My dad got an soccer scholarship and came to America to North Carolina later on my mom got an track scholarship and also came to America but to Mississippi.

The past two days there has been a lot going on, so I’m going to combine them into one entry.