Thursday, January 12, 2017

Growing Up Fatherless

Growing up, all my friends had a founder except for me. In the es give tongue to All all over scarce the Shoutin  Rick Braggs has the uniform issue. Sure eitherone has a father but not perpetuallyy child hold outs him personally. I whole went and visited my father two judgment of conviction year, if I was lucky. It would only be for a pit geezerhood at a time. He was never really a father to me. Even after(prenominal) being with him for a couple solar days, he was still a complete stranger to me. I constantly pondered what it would be variety showred to have a father. eeryone in my family never had anything nice to say well-nigh him. I never really listened to them because I didnt indispensableness to believe that he was a bad person. One day I finally got to bring what having a father was bid.\nEver since I can record, it has always just been my mammy and I. in that respect was never a unattackable father figure in my life since mine left wing when I was ju st trinity years old. He packed up his bags and left, like my nonplus and I were nothing. I didnt know my father, I didnt know what kind of food he liked, his ducky sports team, his favorite color, or if he ever loved my mom and I. I dont remember ever making him fathers day gifts or cards in chassis school, or feeling the cacoethes of his arms around me. I was too young to remember anything about him. To me he was a mere shadow, a hirsute memory that never seems to run out to creep into the back of my mind. In Braggs essay he says I thought that the man I would see would be the trim, swaggering, elegant little rooster of a man who stared back at me from the pages of my mothers photo album, the young solider caper around in Korea, the arrow-straight, considerably manifestationing boy who make up beside my mother back in the first place the fields and mop cargo area and the rest of it took her looks . I do remember looking through and through photo albums that my gra ndma had and perceive my father. He looked just like a normal guy. I would always wonder about what he looked like but I could only look at the photos of him. In the photos he lo...

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