Narrative Essay On Mom Coming Home

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My story starts when I was 9 years old, I was in 6th grade and life was a long quest to adventure and learn new things. I felt like I could do anything and get away with everything, nothing could stop me, well that all changed when I came home from school one day and about an hour or so my dad came home from work, he went straight to his room. When usually he would give me a hug and ask how my day was, so I waited for what seemed like 5 minutes and went back to his room as I asked the question “where are we going if your packing, should I pack too? When is mom coming home?” he responded back with “Nowhere, go to your room!” I was confused on what I did wrong, I had no idea what was going on at this point. I cried in my room for a good hour and he came in and said that I was fine and dinner was soon, my mom came home and everything seemed normal. I went to bed that night confused still about why I got told to go to my room, as I wake up the next day my dad’s cowboy hat was on my TV and I hear my mom …show more content…

Well Thad was Rays Best friend in life they were more like brothers and would always help each other no matter the cause. One day Thad called and told us he was getting married and wanted us to come, so I gathered some friends and we filled my truck full of our stuff. We arrived early morning, we had a big party that lasted a week and the last day of that week was the day Thad got married during the Redneck get together afterword’s I felt something different that I haven’t before and I came to understanding of what all I have in life and that I would not be where I am now if it wasn’t for Ray coming into my life and helping me become a better man. I was great full for him and everything he taught me in life, he was more of a dad to me then my real dad was and that means a lot to

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