Narrative Essay On My Father

16 years ago, I was born, into this world filled with wonders and unexplained events, places left unexplored and some with strong historical text left behind its tall tales.

My life was simpler back then, for as long as I could remember, mother would always be there for me, no matter what happens, father was a strong man, working for the military, he would always show me the correct ways of living my life to the fullest.

Brother would always try to mimic our brave father, while I stare and look at his acting thinking how incredible brother was, sister was always shy but never afraid to stand up for me, which I am thankful for.

Everything was calm and peaceful, the towns’ people would always offer gifts to us because of my father’s name, and

I had been only 15 at the time, but I was already near my graduation for high school, my family would always be proud of me, especially my mother who uses to say to me when I was young that I will do great things.

But all of this disappeared after one flash to another, it was one fateful night, it was our last family gathering, with my two siblings and our loving mother.

As it was a day before my high school graduation, my mother thought of bringing us all together into her bedroom reading us a story, a story of a war hero who one day a young girl had fallen in love with him and had a wonderful family together.

Just as he got to the end, we all said our goodnights and had fallen asleep, just to be soon after awoken by the sound of alarms; sirens’ ringing loud with warning messages of what is to come.

I could not understand why the alarm is ringing or even the purpose of it, but our mother seems to have known, as she grabbed us by the hands and burst out of the house with us, trying to reach for a nearby