Personal Narrative: My Dad

“Just so you know” she sobs. “My family isn’t so perfect either. Yes. My parents have remained married. Sure, on the outside we look good. But a couple of years ago I found out that my mother had an affair. My mother cheated and…” She shoves a finger at her chest. “I am a product of that affair.”

I never confronted her, but for a long time I felt like I really couldn’t trust anyone and everyone was against me. After I told my parents about my depression our relationship went downhill very fast. The day after I told them I was taking a nap upstairs and then my dad calls me down so I come down. Then he asked me if I was sleeping and I said yes. He then started yelling at me saying that I wasn’t even trying to help my depression and I had no reason to be depressed. By this time I had already starting sobbing, because I really did have a reason to be depressed and I had been trying to help it since the fourth grade. I then run out of the house to cry and maybe run I didn’t know what I was going to do. So I sit on my porch and cry and cry when I hear my dad start to come to the front door to the outside where I was (whenever he would get done yelling at one of the kids he would find you and apologize). So I started walking I didn’t know where but I was walking. I find myself at our carport and I can’t walk or do anything but cry so I just sit down and I’m doing that cry where it feels like you’re screaming but there is no sound. My dad then shows up and does his whole apology thing but then he says that I should stop sleeping all the time and actually try to help my

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

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

After our parents died, she began to become more rebellious and disobedient. She was always out with her friends, going to parties every night, and coming home passed out. Then, there was that one night last year, when she went went out with her friends, and stole my money.

My father is profoundly wise in the topic of athletics. He knows more ways to get stronger, faster, or even more flexible than anyone I have ever encountered. Putting this knowledge with my determination, we made a rigorous workout plan that we would do at home every single night. One note to make, is that my dad was not forcing me to do these workouts in any way. He asked me if I still wanted soccer to be as exhilarating as it was when I was younger, then I needed to put the time in to my craft every day. Soccer is in my blood, and I was not ready to give it up yet. The workouts were composed of mile runs on the treadmill, medicine ball exercises, and leg strengthening drills. After the preliminary week of this aspiring effort to to achieve

Hey dad I'm writing to you because I feel it's easier and it gives you more time to think. I wanna just tell you how I have been feeling lately and what I'm going through, okay here it goes. Ever since I was about 12-13 I've noticed that I never had any feelings towards guys and it wasn't till I started hanging out with a close friend of mine that I realized I really did like her. I noticed every little thing about her, I worked out her flaws, I could be myself around her she made me feel safe. The day I actually confronted her about it she said it was disgusting and that she couldn't be friends with me anymore. It hurt a lot that someone would say that and so from then on I didn't say anything about it I kept telling myself that I liked guys but all I did was lie to myself and I don't wanna do that anymore.

The day I found out my step dad, Greg, had cancer is still etched into my memory. I was in the 7th grade at a basketball game. I was sitting on the bleachers, cheering loudly for our team when my mom came and sat down next to me. Her eyes were bright red and puffy. It was obvious she had been crying so I asked her what was wrong. I remember exactly what she told me, “I need to talk to you. It’s about Greg; He has cancer.” Short and simple, straight to the point. Who knew three little sentences could change your whole life? I definitely didn't.

I was a good student and she did not play about school work and grades. If I brought papers home with anything less than a B she was going off. Saying things like you have Grape Nuts (the cereal that looks like little pebbles) for a brain. Basically tearing me down for not meeting her standard. She’d go in, if my dad was around he’d shut her down, but then they’d get to arguing and fighting (actually fighting one another, they fought often about everything. He stabbed her with a fork. She beat him with a table, and pulled out a gun) A crazy childhood, like a lot of people; no pity party though ( Even when he would come for visit and they has been separated for years they would fight each other). Once my parents separated the verbal abuse was more often (calling me out of my name etc.). My mother is very particular about her house, it has to look immaculate at all time (even now). How you going to have an immaculate house when you have two kids? If anything was messed up, I would get in trouble, not my brother who may have done it. We were treated differently. She would beat me until I’m whelped up. Drag me down this long hall in our house at that time by my hair, choke me (you get the point). Here I am as an elementary school age kid asking myself why does this women who is supposed to love me and care for me treat me like this. Just like with your dad she wasn’t all bad,

It seemed like I was talking about the same thing over and over but all I could think of were about my feelings. I was only thinking of myself at that moment and not of anyone around me, I was selfish. It was crazy to think that everything was going fine one day and the next day everything turned upside down. I finally understood the news on the television about children of immigrant parents being scared everyday you can possibly think of. I became one of those statistics that they talk about all around. Losing my dad was one of the most hardest things that had happen to me out of all my 18 years of living, and there might be more in the future but this hit me the hardest. I never imagined my dad to be ripped from me and less did I ever to

My dad and I were in the car going to our my first organized basketball game. My heart was pounding I was already sweating and I was the most nervous I have ever been in my whole entire life!

When I was in, I think 4th grade and I was playing around and I was called to the office and I didn’t know what for. Was it my dad or mom? Was it someone I didn’t know? Was it just my sister? I had no clue what was about to happen.

My dad and I had a pretty good relationship with each other. We even set up days that we would have a Daddy Daughter Date. I loved to go to those dates with him. We would get all dressed up, me in a fancy dress and him be in a suit and tie. We would always go to a sushi restaurant, because that is the type of food that I loved to eat the most then. He didn’t like sushi as much as me, but for me, he would take us there, every time. After we ate a very fancy dinner, we would hop back in the car, and go to the Saline High School. In there, every month or so, they held a “Daddy Daughter Dance”. I loved to go there with him. All of my friends were there too. Even my friend Kellie.

"D-d-did y-you j-j-just say t-that w-we're m-m-moving?!" I exclaimed. She nodded. I squealed and hugged her tightly. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" She laughed at me. I just ran up stairs and laid on my bed thinking. New town means new life. I can get a fresh start. I don't wanna be know as Lucky Lucy Heartfilia the daughter of Jude Heartfila. I don't wanna be used again. I am so sick and tired of the bullying ever since that happened. I frowned. Tears filled my eyes. Dammit! I promised myself that I would be over what happened. I guess there is not cure for a broken heart.

She wasn’t always the nicest to others, but we tried to keep her in check. She is very hard to read, which made it hard to determine how she would react to things. She was always the one who didn’t really fit in with us. Maybe it 's just me, but everybody seemed to secretly dislike her personality. Probably because she would always make us feel like crap by putting us down.