Personal Narrative: Becoming A Father

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After growing up, facing responsibilities, and becoming a father, I know that others wouldn’t understand the life I live now. Before my son, I had time to hang out all day and night around my neighborhood with my friends. Although I miss hanging out with no worries and responsibilities, I love being a father to my son. Growing up I considered Derrick as my brother although we weren’t related, we did everything together. I looked up to Derrick, he always had everything “under control”, even down to the girls he messed around with. However I wasn’t jealous; I was only proud of my brother, he was showing me how to be a responsible man, well at least I thought so.
Derrick and I went everywhere together, all the parties, he introduced me to all the pretty girls he knew. Whenever we were with each other I learned something new, he helped me have a better “talk game” which was basically the perfect lingo to get girls to hang out with me. Being with Derrick helped me a lot, I made a name for myself with him. Derrick always had lots of money, he and I would always go to the mall every Saturday and buy the new Jordan’s that came out that day, and we …show more content…

Slowly I began to drift away from the “Player Life”. My friends started to look at me differently, and to my defense that was the best thing that they could have done, considering I was doing the exact same. I started to look at Derrick differently, I realized that he wasn’t a man at all, in fact, he fiend for attention. He was still my friend, just from a distance. I began saving all my money, prioritizing my life making wiser decisions, and staying focused. I stopped chasing girls, stopped buying so many shoes and movie tickets, and started helping my family. Derrick is still one of my best friends, but I see him differently now, I still want the best for him and always

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