Who Is The Father Figure?

We suffered for the next few months because no matter how hard my father tried he couldn’t find a farm that needed help, my father never got a full education so getting a job is complicated because he doesn’t know how to do many things. But, finally my father found a farm that was being sold off… we did have some money so we bought it. Although we had bought it, we couldn’t go there until the home was built, so, we stayed on the Squatter Camp for a little longer. The house was finally built and we moved in.

My mother worked day and night so I had to care for my sister and cousins. On some occasions I had to help my mom clean houses to earn money. At the age of thirteen up until I was sixteen I was cleaning houses for the people we longed to be. I got a glimpse of a life I have never known. For the most part my mom’s boss was nice, but her family was ignorant at times. They would ask me where I have traveled and if I’ve been to all these kinds of expensive places. When I answered no they asked why not. I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that my mom and I were cleaning their dishes and making their beds for less than the minimum wage to be able to barely afford the rent of the small room we all

Six years ago, a summer afternoon, my dad hugged me and I said “I will be gone for three days, I have a job in Austin, but I promise that I will be back before your birthday. I promise.” Days, weeks, months almost two years passed by and I did not receive any phone call or text message from him. Throughout that time my dad was gone, my mom told me that she was getting the papers ready to divorce my dad. I was noticing that the last three-four years that I was living with both of my parents, their relationship was getting worse. It was not a healthy situation for anyone in the house. What I mean about not being healthy is that my mother and father were damaging one another, emotionally and verbally, which my brothers and I would watch everything. Every day was the same routine, we forgot how it was to have a peaceful home. Around that moment, I honestly never thought divorce was going to be their solution.

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

Growing up as a military brat wasn't easy, there were many places we had to go to and we didn't have a choice. One of those places was here ,Illinois, and I was ten when we made the move here.This move was probably the hardest thing I have ever physically gone through considering all of my mom and I's stuff was lost in the ocean because the place we moved from was Hawaii.So, when we got here me and mom both didn't have our stuff but the rest of my family did.To make matters worse my dad was being shipped out to South Korea and we didn't have a house. For a whole year we were homeless,we put what was left of our stuff into storage and moved in with grandma. As terrible as that year was, it taught me a lot about what some people actually live

You see, when I was 5 years old my father decided he no longer loved my mother, my brother, me, or the child they would soon bring into the world, my sister. He decided to move out for “work” and come home every couple of months for a week or so and pretend everything was perfect. He was 50 years old, I was 7, before he finally left for good. I blamed myself for years, hell, I still blame myself, 10 years later. I still need to realize that if he were a real father, nothing that I could have done, or anyone else, would have made him leave. So I’ve never had a strong trust of males in my life.

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

The absence of a fatherly figure in each Wes’s life is significant for different reasons but coherently shapes their futures. Joy’s husband was a role model for Wes, he supported his family and taught Wes how to act like a respectable man. Unfortunately, he died due to illness. Mary on the other hand had the job of raising Wes on her own because Wes’s father was not present. Wes only had his brother Tony to look up to, Tony had followed a path of crime and uncertainty. Although in Tony’s best effort he tried to steer Wes down another path so he did not follow in his footsteps, however, Wes chose to live a life of crime. In Mary’s defense she was blinded by her motherly intuition and made excuses for Wes and believed his word in times of doubt.

There were six fire trucks in my driveway from all different townships. We ended up having to park down the street in my neighbors yard. My dogs were at Kevin’s house for the time being. I noticed my parents were already outside, so I went up to them. The flames were mostly gone by the time I had showed up and they were trying to get things cooled down and cleaned up from all the sludge that had become of it. My grandparents got out to see how everything was going, and then hours later, when the firefighters had declared it safe enough, my family and I went into the house we had all spent ten years of our life in. The house I walked into was one I did not recognize. Everything was out of place and soaking wet from all the water they had to use to put out the fire. Even the items that weren’t burnt were still damaged from either the smoke or all the water. Luckily, my door had been closed to my room, which had saved some things. Unluckily, most of my personal possessions were ruined. My clothes, my journals I had kept up with, and most of the things I held dear to me were gone in a

Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.

His name was Eugene, the one that started my mom on smoking cigarettes, never worked a day in his life, and devoted more attention to the Xbox than he did anything else, all while my mom is struggling to pay the bills and put food on the table. Then there is Tad he sticks around for four years, we lived in nice homes, but we always seemed to end backup to square one, living with his dad, which was not the best environment to be raised in. After Tad, comes along Jay, seems like a good guy, but could never be opposite. He talks my mom into moving to Ingram, okay that’s fine not to much of a difference from Harper or Kerrville Texas. But wait there is definitely more, he convinces her to move up to Dallas with his family. This marked the 17th time we had moved houses. To top it all off Jay was an abusive alcoholic, who would physically and verbally abuse my mom, which also led to her drinking, and I’m thinking to myself when is it ever going to end, and for once I would pray and hope that there would be someone after him. After about nine months, we were on the road again back to square one. By this time Mom had changed a lot, compared to who she used to

It is said that a father and son’s bond is unbreakable, that one’s father is his first hero. Small moments between a father and his son can not only shape their character, but also their relationship. This is also portrayed throughout the novel, The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, where the miscommunications and bonds between a father and his son and how this can change one’s character completely. Hosseini uses this novel to further demonstrate that even though a relationship between a father and his son may start off rough, through time and progression, the broken bond between a father and a son may be able to be recovered. This is demonstrated when Baba and Amir are not able to connect and have the father-son bond they need, when this bond is finally gained, and when Baba passes away.

About eight months ago I faced a life-changing moment, my family's home, where my six other siblings, as well as my cousin, aunt, and uncle, and I, were all raised; had a terrible kitchen fire. From the beginning, I knew that this was going

Out of the nowhere, a few days before Christmas, my husband was jobless. While nostalgic holiday music bombarded the airwaves and frenzied shoppers and travelers jostled to check off their lists, my family watched in longing and dismay. We were told our last paycheck was due mid-January, then we were on our own. Our collective angst intensified since soon after that paycheck hit the bank, our car crashed, taking it off the road for months to come. As a result, we were stranded in the suburbs with no transportation and without a job to alleviate the situation. Fortunately, we were rescued by kindhearted friends who stuck with us throughout the crisis.