Personal Narrative: I Will Change A Daddy's Girl

One event that has changed my life forever and the way I look at things now is when my father was admitted to Greenville Memorial Hospital the day after Christmas last year in 2015. I was not notified that my dad had been admitted until the second day he was there. I clearly remember sitting at McDonald's with my then boyfriend on a date celebrating our one month. The fries I was eating were so delicious until I got the call my dad had been in a bad accident due to alcohol and had been admitted to the Intensive Care Unit at Greenville Memorial Hospital. I asked the caller, my dad’s friend Nancy, if she was sure it was him. She replied, “Yes, I would not play around with something like this.” My boyfriend and I left our food and immediately left

My father said “Samuel, you awake?”, I thought the best option was to not reply so I can insinuate that I was sound asleep. But then he did it repeatedly with the knocks getting louder and louder like gunshots, the best option was to reply in a tired tone so I would not make him worried and think something tragic happened if I was not replying. He told me “Samuel get ready we’re leaving in about an hour and a half”. He said it in such a joyful tone since we were going to get grandma. I started to feel regret in my decision, I would feel terrible if he knew I was going to delay us going on the plane flight. But then I remembered the whole reason I was doing this in the first place, my fear took over me and that feeling of regret went away in a flash. I told my dad “I'M NOT GOING!” I must have woken up every living member of that house because one of my Spiderman action figures fell off the shelf when I made that proclamation. My dad sounded so angry when I spoke those words, his footsteps were loud walking to his room. All i could hear is my dad shuffling through his things and stuff falling, he ran towards my room yelling “WHERE IS THE KEY!”. I was scared of my father at that point, i had the key in my hand but i was shaking so much that i dropped the key and i could tell that my father knew I had it in my possession. He started yelling at me through the door telling me that this flight was very

When I cry it feels like: - my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

The next morning I woke up and everyone was still quiet, I got ready for school and went along my way. When I got to school I got called out into the commons area to speak with my teacher. I was horrified, I thought I was in trouble. Our counselor was out there and kept asking me questions about my step dad. I didn’t lie, I told them what he used to do and how he is. She sent me back to class and I didn’t think about it until I got home. When I got off the bus I stopped at my neighbors to play with their dog for a few minutes like I did everyday, but when I got home my step dad wasn’t home. He was always home when I got out of school so I was confused. Hailey was at cross country practice so I was home alone and scared. My mom got off at five so I waited until she got home to ask her what was going on. When she got home she made me go with her pick up Hailey from practice and then she said we had to go somewhere. I thought we were going to get ice cream or something, but it wasn’t a sweet treat. We had to go to this office place. We pulled into the parking lot and my stepdad came out of the building. He

My mother, my best friend, had many different opinions than I did and arguing between us never seemed to get resolved. I spill my secrets, give her an update on my school grades, and move on but today it was different. The testing schedule has caused me to be exhausted

All throughout the week all I thought about was a party and finally Friday came. My friends were Overjoyed to have me hang out with them later than usual I was happy as well. As my curfew approached I told him I needed to start heading back, but they wanted to make me stay longer. Although the temptation to stay longer came, I thought about how long it took me to earn my parents trust so I declined and headed home. On the way home i felt disappointed and regretted going home, but when I got home my father had a huge grin on his face and I asked him why he was so happy. He told me how proud he was that I kept to my curfew and he told me how much of a man I was for not breaking his Trust. To top it all off he told me that I can be out as late as I want because i earned his trust. Hearing those words come out from my father's mouth made me very delighted and thrilled. It was from that moment I felt that I had become a man not because I was wanting to feel like one, but because my father respected me as one and I had earned

“Allez, mon cher,” the woman calls to the boy. “Mommy, wook,” he calls back to her, “Is dat daddy?” “No, mon cher,” the woman looks at a flat panel television screen that hangs outside a bar-restaurant near Dana Point, “That isn’t daddy.”

When I was younger I would go visit my biological dad. He was not and still is not a good man. He only wanted me at his house to watch my brother and sister while he got high. I did not know this at the time. I thought he actually loved me. Eventually my step mom left him and then things got worse. He would hit me all the time and frequently put me, my brother and sister's lives in danger by doing stupid things like driving 130 mph on a dirt road because he was high. He wouldn't just physically abuse me, there was a lot of mental abuse too. This put me into a deep depression. He wouldn't abuse my siblings, it was just me he targeted. I couldn't figure out what I did. Why me? Why did he hate me so much? This was and still is one of the hardest things I've gone through in my life. I stopped visiting him but I was visiting my papa, my brother and sister. My papa decided to go to his girlfriend's house, while I stayed at his house with my siblings to watch a movie and spend time with them. While he was gone my dad showed up and started hitting me. So I started recording. He held a gun to

Changing the way she view things was my first approach and to think positive in what life has to offer. Also by developing a support system amongst friends and family and building up the social support. Three months had passed from our previous session she still has not driven or gotten near a freeway since the accident. She still fears the event can happened again. She drop out drop all her classes from the spring semester and her winter grades were not her best. She worried constantly and never came out outside her home only for therapy. Her friend was not constantly going to visit her because she has become aggressive and was constantly angry.

Changed In an Instance Looking back over my life and reflecting on what I could have done different, and how I should have changed my lifestyle, and now looking down from heaven, what I would have done, if only I was allowed a second chance. I am telling this to you now, so you will know that when you are young and healthy you think that you are invincible, but as you get older I am here to say things happen and maybe by taking the right steps in life you could be a healthier you. Here is my story, and I hope you will read it, think on it, and apply my lesson to your life, and that my story will help a life be saved.

Change of visitations At this time, the Respondent is spending time with the minor child just second weekend of each month, and one month she is coming to LA to spend time with Andy, and the other month we are going to Bay Area for Andy to met his mom. I would like to request to have the order changed, so she will always come to see the child in LA, and support the expenses for the trip (somewhere between $700 and $800 a weekend). After chemotherapy the child still experience side effects from time to time. Any way Andy needs to go 4 to 6 times a year to Lucile

Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls

My dad tried to put his hands around my mom's neck. I ran right in between trying to push my dad off of my mom yelling “ Stop daddy stop!” Trying to protect my mom from getting hurt. When finally he stopped. My mom started yelling “ I’m going to call the cops!” This was the one thing I did not want to happen. I didn’t want my dad go to jail. She went to grab the phone and I pulled it away from her crying and telling her “ please don’t call the cops!” Trying to make it stop not thinking that my dad has done anything wrong. They then kept on yelling at each other. My dad decided that the only way to let out his anger was to destroy something. Destroying beautiful pictures and candles.

"Victoria! Don't forget to pack, it's your dads weekend." My mom shouted across the hallway in our house. My parents have been divorced since before I was born so every time my father was in town I'd visit him. When I was younger, I would always ask my dad if I could spend the night at my cousins house since they were from his side of his family and that was the only time I could see them. Afterwards it became a routine going over to their house, little by little I hated going there but I was left in silence. One night, my cousin Emily went out with her friends and I was left to sleep alone in her room. As I was slowly falling asleep, I heard the door creek open and quietly shut closed... I quickly awaken, my heart beats as if it is about to pop out of my chest, I weep as movements get closer and he says "shhh.." There he was, beside me gliding his fingers down my belly to places his hands shouldn't be.

One day, about 8 years ago, I learned how to do something that I thought I would never be able to do. First, I never thought that I could learn to ride my bike. I had been practicing to ride my bike for about a year. The year before