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Personal Narrative: My Dad Is My Hero

662 words - 3 pages

I get the kids into the house without first slamming the door, grab my house phone and quickly dial my mother in a rage. I ask her, "What is wrong with this man, do you know what type of message he left me?" My mother goes onto say that I was wrong because I was down in NYC visiting her with the kids and neglected to stop over o my father's place. My parents had divorced seven years before, hence the separate visiting that always took a toll on me. I reply, "He told me to never speak to him again." My dad was living in a one room apartment; it was so dismal and depressing that I would do anything not to go there. This was the case when I had been visiting two weeks earlier, I just couldn't go see my father in this apartment, look at what he had become.
I was at our best friend's house August 1, 2005; we had just gotten in from our double date night. What a great night out! There goes that cell phone again, it is my brother, I was in a good mood at this point and didn't want to hear his whining about his then loser girlfriend, I hit reject and he goes right to voicemail. I listen to the voicemail, "Danielle, something is wrong with daddy, no one has seen him or heard from him in days, call me back" I hear the urgency in his voice and quickly dial my father instead, I get the machine "Dad it's me Dani, please pick up, let's talk." I look at the clock, 11 p.m., he must be asleep, and he'll call me back in the morning. I get home at 11:45 p.m. and my cell phone rings...

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