Personal Narrative: How My Dad Made Me

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Something that defines my life and what makes me who I am is that my dad left my mom and me when I was 9 months old. I always thought I was an outcast and I was different from everyone else. I didn’t have a dad and all these other kids did and I didn’t know why, I didn’t have one when I was younger it was as if I was a walking pool of confusion. Then it became middle school; we meet new kids from Wall Lake. When I met them I found that I’m not the only one and they’re other kids without dads or moms and that it’s normal. Back when I was little my grandpa lived with me so I considered him my “dad” because he was there for me during everything and he helped me understand why I didn’t have a dad. He also taught me that not everyday is guaranteed, he had several stents and heart problems and he wasn’t supposed to live as long as he did. Every time he went into surgery I didn’t know if the guy I called my “dad” was going to come on out alive. …show more content…

Little did I know that was going to be the last time I heard his voice and got what we called a whisker rub. I wish I could replay that moment over and over. Then they gave him more sedation because they have to fix his foot so they got that fixed then they bring him out and he was in the

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