The Day My Father Told Me Narrative Essay

I don’t remember when it was that I realized that my dad had officially abandoned us…all of us. I would sit in my room asking myself what if questions and analyzing my life. Funny that at thirteen I felt it was appropriate to analyze my life or lack thereof. I had a knack for observing people, surveying their behaviors, mannerisms, and character and then I’d pick them apart like petals on a flower and I’d make a note of the traits I wanted to possess and emulate and the ones I’d fight like hell to never engage in. At that point, I knew that I wanted to be a better mother than my own, that I wouldn’t put anything, any man, before my children. She taught me that lesson early on in life. I had thought that my father was amazing. He crushed my image of what a great father was, what a great man had to be, and I would never marry nor bear

I started babysitting for my neighbors four-month-old baby boy. At first it was a great way to earn some money to buy the things that I needed. My mother was on welfare and we were getting just getting by with what they gave her, so I never asked for anything even if I needed it. The baby’s name was Edward and his parents, Olga and Neno, became my family. I spent more time with them than I did my own family, and I preferred it that way. Olga was different than my mom. She was attentive, loving and devoted to her children above anything else. I couldn’t fathom the idea of being any different with my own children. Neno treated me like a daughter. He gave me advice and looked out for me. To some extent, he filled the void that my dad left in life. I was so grateful to them. I don’t think that they realized the significance of their love and guidance. I engulfed myself in school and getting straight A’s. Olgas and Neno’s house became my second home. When I wasn’t at school or hanging out with my friends, I was their