My Father Moving Away Analysis

There would be four hours between us. There would be four hours between my sister and him. My nine year old sister would not have someone to make her stop crying when she gets poked by a catfish or a hook, maybe even a line drive to the stomach or the smash of her hand in the door. My father, whom I had lived with for 14 years, was moving four hours away, to the state of Georgia. The short, but seemingly long, journey of the adjustment of my father moving away taught me how to be more grateful, to know how to “have a long distance relationship,” and to be understanding. My father taught me how to pitch a softball, and how to mow the grass. He taught me how to protect my mother and be observant of my surroundings and others around me. My father was in my life, everyday. Sometimes we would bump heads, just because we were so much alike. We would bicker back and forth and then cut up. When we would drive down the road and see something, we’d think the same thing and look at each other at the same time just because we knew what each of us was

I felt like he was lonely and needed someone or something to keep him company and just to be happy with. I told him congratulations and that I hope she’s wonderful and I couldn’t wait to see her. He then went on to tell me that she lived a little while away. He had told me that he had been going to Georgia after work and taking her out and then driving back to North Carolina. I was shocked because that’s a long drive and I didn’t even realise what was going on before then. I was so worried about her having kids, too. I asked him about that and he told me she had two boys that were younger than me and that they were super respectful. Throughout the conversation I was a little angry, not angry but questioning why he was doing this and what was going to happen next. I am now calm and I have learned to understand and be happy for his