Personal Narrative: My Dad

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"Daddy? When are we going to be home?" I asked licking my double chocolate chip ice cream cone. "Anytime now honey just sit back and eat your ice cream. Maybe we can even play the Wii when we get home." My father said and I squealed with delight, this time I would make sure to beat him at Mario Kart. Then my dad stooped at the red light. "Another one of these things! Dad why do they have to make them, I hate how they make us wait to go home!" I started to pout, it wasn't fair a stupid light could stop you from getting to where you wanted.It was just plain old dumb. " Daddy needs to stop like everyone else so we don't get in a car crash, that would not be good." My dad looked back and smiled. "I love you honey," "I love you too daddy!" The red light switched to green and my dad started to drive. Then I heard a loud noise and I screamed as I heard my dad shout, "i love you baby!" Then I felt a crash. …show more content…

Then everything was done, the car was on its side and i steeped out of the broken window. My body felt like I had been put in an oven. I looked down and saw blood everywhere. My arms and legs were scratched pretty badly. "D-d-daddy?" Tears were starting to stream down my face. "Daddy where are you, I'm scared please answer me." I started to shake and I walked toward my dads seat. There was more blood then I had ever seen in my life, and when I looked down all I could do was scream. I screamed and screamed, My daddy was covered in blood, "Dad! Daddy answer me!" I fell to the ground and kept on screaming. I could hear sirens coming closer but I didn' care, I was scared and my daddy wasn't talking to me. He looked dead, like the bad guys in movies ended up like. I saw some flashing lights and strange men were running toward me. One guy Picked me up and brought me over to a car and sat me

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