Walt Disney World Research Paper

Walt Disney World is supposed to be the happiest place on earth. It's supposed to be a place where dreams come true. Well on one particular day, Disney World turned into the worst place on earth. That particular day was the day that I caught my dad smoking a cigarette, and the day that I lost all trust in him. Growing up, Daddy was a smoker. For as long as I can remember he has smoked. I remember going out with him on the front porch with our dog Gumbo late at night while he smoked his last cigarette for the day. As we were sitting by the table, I looked at the bright stars glistening in the night, and I listened for the crickets and frogs. That was out special bonding time. I didn’t get to see him often because he worked in New Orleans,

The car ride to their house was dead silent. When we had gotten to their house, they sat us down and told us the horrible news, Daddy was in the hospital. I sat there in shock for a moment to really understand what they had told me. Then when I understood what was said, my heart fell to my toes. I busted out into tears. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. I didn’t understand why he was in that place. He was fine this morning, he brought us to Nana and Poppy’s house and he was healthy. How could he be sick?? For the next few days, I wasn’t myself. The days that he was gone, I couldn’t eat or sleep. I was too worried to even go to school, but I had to go. I didn’t play with my friends on the playground, I couldn’t take naps, and I didn’t even want to color. My friends knew what was going on and they tried to help, but the only thing that could help was my Daddy being okay. While he was there, I didn’t get to go see him once. I hated not seeing my Daddy. I just wanted my best friend home with me. A few days had passed and he finally came home. I was so excited when he came home. I thought, “Finally, things can go back to normal.” I didn’t believe that anything would change. The day after he came home I overheard Mom telling Nana and Poppy what the doctor told her, “He had a mini stroke. And if doesn’t stop smoking, he wouldn’t live much

One day Poppy came over to my house and he said the weirdest thing ever to me, “Alyssa, your dad is smoking again.” I just stood there for a moment in disbelief, “What are you talking about Poppy? Daddy doesn’t smoke anymore, he hasn’t smoked in over a year.” “Yes he does. All the time I am picking up cigarette butts behind the barn.” “Poppy those have to be somebody else’s from the birthday party.” For many months that’s how our conversations went. I told him that he was a liar, I told him that he just wanted me to get angry at Daddy, I had said some really mean things to him. Mine and Poppy’s relationship wasn’t the same anymore. We didn’t talk much anymore because we both knew we would get into an argument about Daddy, and we both knew it wasn’t worth it. When I had asked Daddy if he was still smoking, he denied