Personal Narrative: My Father Is Not Home

Dad My dad always wakes up at 12 o’ clock at lunchtime so he never eats breakfast. This habit often makes a big trouble, especially when my mom is not home. “Dad, wake up! It’s lunch time!” I shout, punching the bedroom door hard, trying to make the loudest noise I can. He doesn’t say anything but keeps snoring, making the sound of a sleeping pig. I open the door; faint sunlight comes inside through the curtain and lights up the dark room. Dirty clothes are scattered around on every corner of the room, and the pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol makes me sick. My dad, himself, is lying on the bed with only red underwear on, stretching his arms and legs like a lizard, and mouth opening wide. The quilt has fallen on the floor. He is tall and more or less fit; he looks like an age of 20 or 30 instead of over 40. The only way to distinguish his age is the sparse grey bits between his dense, black hair. He has dark but healthy skin and a pair of knowledgeable, deep brown eyes; when he smiles, distinct

Before he left, he exhorted me to sleep early and reminded me to lock the front door. That night, he was so verbose that it is definitely not common for him. I saw his dark circles were more obvious, and his messed hair was still unorganized after a long day. “Are you staying in the hospital, dad?” I asked before I left the car. “Yes son, I need to take care of your mom. Sleep early before 11, there are some bread in the fridge, you can have a bite if you are hungry. Remember to take a pill before bed, okay? Remember to lock the door, Bye.” He was so verbose, which is not common in front of me. His dark circles looks more obvious, his messed hair is still unorganized after a long day. He drove the car away, and I came back home by myself. Dad looks like an untidy, and lazy person, but he has very serious attitude on his job, and he tries to help my mom or me when we are in