Personal Narrative: My Father's Waltz

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I am sitting in the corner watching my brawly husband and sweet little boy dance clumsily around the kitchen. That man is so rowdy, he drives me crazy! Coming home from a hard days’ work, still dirty with whisky on his breath; I work all day keeping up with this house and his mischievous little fella. How can it be, that this brute comes home and messes it all up in the amount of time it takes to dance the waltz! Honestly, I am cross by his complete disregard for my accomplishments; nevertheless, how and I stop this memory from unfolding? Look at the way that the little boy looks at his strong daddy with such admiration. His eyes are so fixed on that hard working, dedicated father who daily sacrifices his body to labor on the behalf of our

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