Personal Narrative - My Real Father Essay

       I may not remember every moment I had with my biological parents, but I know my dad was always on a short fuse, and one day, he blew up. I actually find it coincidental now how I never liked him to begin with. Even when I was that age, I never let him carry me on his shoulders or toss me in the air like any normal and loving dad

I felt like I actually had a father in my life. Unfortunately that did not last long. He began to be very controlling and mean to my mother. His interest in me began to take a turn for the worse. His intentions where inappropriate and made me feel very uncomfortable. At first my mother would not believe me which made me feel even worse. I was a heavy little girl but because of my depression and anorexia I lost a bunch of weight. I was able to put it aside in my mind through constantly staying busy. I joined the cheerleading squad and with the help of my friends life was tolerable. Suppressing your feeling and pretending nothing is wrong is very unhealthy. It was only a matter of time before it all caught up to me again, which led to cutting and attempted suicide. My husband and I got together my junior year in high school. Before the end of my senior year I was pregnant and gave birth to our lovely daughter. The entire high school was against me and tried to push me out of school and into independent studies. I strongly disagreed and ignored their requests. This only drove me to work harder and graduated with honors as my daughter sat in the stands during my

My dad has always been there for me, because he has been through so much worse in his life, so much he had done. He wants me to be a better person and do more than he's

My grandmother was more like a second mother. She married my grandfather, Raymundo Alcauter, at a very young age and had to mature as a result. She lived a great life with him but suffered a lot when my grandfather would drink. I remember her telling me about many times when he was drunk and would get really aggressive and fight any man who even glanced at her. She would tell me that it never went through her head leaving him because she was truly

Growing up I dreamed of my first daddy/ daughter dance at school, walking at graduation and seeing my father stand up and yell out “that’s my daughter!”, having my father walk me down the aisle on my wedding day and countless other things. Ever since I was about 6 years old I have had a question on my mind, who could my father be and how can I be sure? The man who I used to call my father, Dan, put that question in my head when one day he said to me, “you have no right to call me dad because I am not on your birth certificate and I never will be because I am not your father.” That day was the day that changed everything for me. I knew I wouldn’t have someone to do those things for or with me. Knowing I wouldn’t have someone there to be proud of me I began to push myself to be a better person and to be successful to make myself proud, but the question never went away.

“Prove them wrong” When I was in fourth grade my dad and brother and I were playing basketball at our house, to help my brother practice. I had never played basketball except against my brother, Brayden. My dad would always be our referee and it was a lot of fun. Even though I never beat Brayden. Brayden didn’t think I was very good, and he would have to play easy on me instead of playing as well as he could have played. It really annoyed me I wanted to be as good as him or better because I wanted to actually have a chance to be better than him at one sport.

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.

“Ma’am, we’re going to need you to step back so we can work.” One of the men said to her using a strong tone.

This is what biking means to me. This is a simple moment but in my mind it’s quite complex. How it makes me disappear and how i feel quiet, and calm. My moment is biking down a big hill.

You know how when your a kid and you dont think anything could go wrong: well thats what I thought and then everything went wrong. Let me start at the beginning though I was born July 1st 1996,i was sort of an unexpected surprise my mother had only wanted one child and she was already planing on leaving my dad when she found out she was pregnant. Not wanting to leave two kids without a father she tried working things out with my father again that only lasted 6months after I was born and mom came back home with her parents with not one but two kids. My grandparents immediately took charge of the situation and helped there single daughter raise her children in doing so they took us in as there children. How you may ask well by they took us in as there children they literally took us in my mom

My father was a lifeguard, but not in my lifetime, so maybe loving the ocean was in our blood. As children we grew up in Brooklyn and we would go to Riis Park for our day at the beach. One very distinct memory is of my father as he stood waist deep in the ocean with my brother and sister; the waves periodically lifted and dropped them in the water at his side. Waist deep for my father meant it was well over my head so I remained a safe distance (or so I thought) behind them. Suddenly, a wave appeared and before I could turn and rush to the shoreline the ocean attacked. I found myself in a world of foam, pockets of air allowed me to breathe as I was tossed about like a wet sock in a dryer. Head over heals I tumbled, my skin scrapped by the crushed sea shells that covered the sand. After what felt like an eternity I found myself on the wet sand as the wave retreated out to sea; I’m pretty sure it laughed and gave me the finger as it left.

In 2005, it was 75 degrees in Tampa, Florida and my dad, sister, and I were at the beach. I was only eight years old and I felt relaxed. Growing up in Florida was tough because it was only my dad that took care of us. Every morning he wakes up at 6 A.M, makes his coffee, wakes my sister and I up, makes breakfast, and bring us to day care. Since my mom was not around it was difficult for him, being a single parent trying to make means for his family. Just like in “Aunt Alice vs. Bob Marley,” Kareem Kennedy’s aunt describes her parents as “hard workers.” She said, “Mom didn’t have to work, but she chose to work because she wanted to make sure we had everything. They always made sure we had a decent meal.”

I dashed into the brush to find cover, the rain was pelting on my back. It was my first Boy Scout outing and we were playing a game of capture the flag, but the lightning was coming, we all could see it off in the distance.

My parents were together for a little bit after I was born but since I was about 1 my parents have been separated. My dad has never been a big part of my life and at times it's like I'm non existent to him.I have always lived with my mom and as a single parent taking care of a baby at so young was a struggle. Still to this day it's a bit of a struggle because my mom can be hard on me at times and strict about the things I do and overprotective because of what happened to her at 15, but I understand it all. I honestly would not be where I'm at in life if it wasn't for my mom's parenting decisions. I look back at my life and everything that has happened, all the bad, all the good, all the pain, all the smiles and sometimes I can't even believe that I've

In my case, I was blessed to go home to a dad every night, even though I can’t tell you anything about my father for the simple fact that he never gave me a hug, kiss, told me he loved me, spent any time with me or said anything positive. He always talked to my mom and me like we were nothing, and even beat my mom. When I would try to tell the family about it, they just looked at me like