"Dad you look happy but clueless at the same time." "Are you hiding something?" "Come on speak up, now is the time." There was a dead silence as if we were in a hot humid desert as a ball of hay flys by. He slowly mumbles talking under his breath, "there was no money in my wallet." I knew it was him the whole that took my money that i worked hard to earn. "Dad you could have just asked?" I walked away stomping my feet on the dusty hard wood floor huffing and puffing i was so disappointed and frustrated with him at that minute. But then i soon realize after what i said was super disrespectful. But hey he does provide with me comfortable clothes that i like, food that gets my taste buds going, and a beautiful house to sleep in peacefully. Also he provides my wants and needs just from the kindness from his heart. After i boiled down, i walked back in the room with that scent of cigarettes that he bought with my money, i apologized heart felt, I'm sorry dad for being disrespectful to you and acting like a 3 year old not getting there way." "Its alright son i just really needed to get some cigarettes to get rid of some stress because i have smud to pay." I walked away nodding my head, "its all good." I always ask myself all the time how dad is always so understanding with the way i act? Maybe its because he has to daughters that are older than me. so he is probably used to girls yapping at him for money left and right for make-up,clothes,shoes,perfume, the list never ends. I think for now on I'm going to respect my dad for when ever he needs money no matter how ridiculous it is. I think every once in a while i will offer dad money if he needs help on those stressful bills or cigarettes or anything. the next day passes and asked dad, " hey dad did you need money or something or anything
?" he replies, no thanks Dion but i really appreciate the offer and looking out for your manly father." i chuckled about the "manly" part. you know what it actually feels pretty good to be so giving and kind to those who don't have much and need help with something. all those people in hurricane Katrina, or in Haiti. all those families lost literally everything they owned. even people that are related to them,man, i could only imagine what all those kids have to go through every day. No shower,water,food, house and more. i just pray that everything will get better and know that they have my support. i think i should start a fundraiser! i just now realized that I'm more than grateful then the things that i have. take life as a gift not as a waste.
Cool Comment: Was that i cant really picture the picture. if that makes sense. describe the picture more.
ReplyDeleteWarm Comment; how you described your dad and how he made you feel.
Overall, great work!
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I love how descriptive you are in this writing. The describing you used, made it possible for me to paint a picture. If I can suggest something, you might want to put more on the situation as to what happened. Make it more of a mystery.
ReplyDeleteI'd say that the picture is difficult to see, but that is easily countered by how well the actual exchange of words is pictured. The feeling of it all is very apparent, great work.
ReplyDeleteI loved this essay you really described everything the only thing i could find was the same as everyones else, i couldn't see the picture you were writing about.
ReplyDeletethis is really good i feel like im standing next to you as the situation occurs but you should describe the picture more use more detail.
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