Personal Narrative-Humorous

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As a child, all I knew was that there was some man asking if it was alright if he dated my mom. Of course, no matter how much my mom instructed me not to ask, I asked the question can I have a baby brother or sister. Eventually, I got a sister and she was everything I could ask for. And eventually, my mother got engaged to that exact same man. She had been engaged before so I thought why should this one be any different. though this man I now call my father certainly stood out more than the others. He actually loved her for who she was not for the mask she put on. But for who she truly was. Brave adventurous somebody who stands up for herself and others and has the immense ability to empathize with a cause or a person to the point of crying.

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