Personal Narrative: My Father In Ice Hockey

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I felt the heat rising in the back of my neck. Didn’t want to hear it? I was the captain, and it was my role to correct my teammates’ mistakes. In ice hockey, the team must be perfectly in sync. I could not accept insolence on top of sloppiness. But his expression stopped me cold. His eyelids scrunched tightly and his head turned 30 degrees, like he was bracing for a punch. “I know I messed up,” he mumbled, “You don’t have to yell at me.” All of a sudden I had a flashback to the week before, in my grandfather’s study. My grandfather is the boss in the family, and at work. He has high expectations for his grandchildren, and when we don’t meet them, he rants, sometimes for four hours nonstop. After a while I became numb to his rantings, learned

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