Personal Narrative: Heroin

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Heroin, a narcotic that is a hard drug; a highly addictive morphine derivative, or in my definition a drug that may ruin bonds between family, friends, and anyone you may care about. It morphs you into a completely different person. That definition may not apply to everyone, but it so for my father. I would of have used to describe my father as the man who first captured my heart, who was goofy, intelligent, hardworking and my best friend. However, if you would ask me how I see my father now, I would say my father is just an addict, who will do anything to get his hands on drugs: a thief, lonesome, and lost. At age 12, I discovered the effects of this horrible substance that forever impacted and changed my life. Mom and Dad are fighting again. …show more content…

I stood there. I couldn't grasp what he was saying. I had so many questions but I couldn't seem to make my words come out. Mom came bursting out of the door with what looks like a bag of sugar? She runs to the boat, and opens the gas plug and dumps the bag of sugar down into where the gas goes, I don't understand, why is she doing this? Dad was now furious, he raged over to Mom and knocked the sugar out of her hand and just as this happens we all turn are attention the red and blue lights flashing down the street. That’s who Mom must of called when she was outside on the phone. "What the hell did you do, Karey?" Dad screams. "You need help, you can't be doing drugs anywhere near my kid ever again" Mom mutters back to him. The officers park their car, turn off the lights on the top of their car, and get out. They immediately make their way to my father, "Sir, would you mind come over here and talk to us?" They are saying to just talk, but I knew why they were really here, Dad would have to go with them. Dad looks at me, his eyes are now wide and filled with water, he looks terrified. "Sure" Dad chokes out. Mom looked relieved, she turns her attention to me and runs to me and wraps her arms around my body. "I'm sorry, baby girl" she says. "I never wanted you to be apart of this." Tears poured out of my eyes, and I sulked in Moms' arms. "You're freezing hunny!" she picked me up, took me inside and set me on the couch. She grabbed a warm blanket and wrapped it around the two of us and laid with me for the entire night. I waited for Dad to come back inside, but he never

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