Personal Narrative: Growing Up With My Dad

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Growing up, my uncle and nana always lived across the street from me. It was part of my daily ritual to walk over there and spend a lot of my day with them. They were my favorite people in the whole world, they were my second home, and my family away from family. I spent a lot of time there, I watched them make dinner and even stayed to eat with them most of the time. But, when I was 8 years old my uncle got a new job, a job out of state. He became a truck driver that would travel across the country driving a semi and delivering materials to companies. My heart was broke, how could I go from seeing my uncle everyday to seeing him for a day every couple weeks, maybe even months at a time? I was still young and didn't quite understand, but I understood that I was going to miss him. …show more content…

Those first two weeks seemed to go by so slow, I forgot about him sometimes, but I still missed him. I went to my nana's everyday while he was gone, she was upset too. One day she told me he was gonna be home the upcoming weekend, so Friday morning my dad took me to the store to buy welcome home balloons. That night I hid with the balloons and jumped out when I heard him open the door, I hugged him and cried. He laughed and told me "get used to it, I'm gonna be leaving and coming back a lot." That's what his personality was like, he didn't cry and he didn't want anyone else

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