Getting a job was hard but I eventually found one at a diner where I got just a little over minimum wage. I was in charge of cleaning the dishes after the store closed. Going to the back room filled with the stench of curry and brownies, the red mood lighting made it very hard to see but everyone who walked in felt welcomed because of it. You could call the restaurant somewhat fancy, that’s why I get paid just over minimum wage. Every shift felt like the longest 6 and a half hours ever.
Most of the reason I love my dad so much is because he was harsh on me as a child. When I messed up he wouldn 't yell though, he would just explain how what I did was wrong and teach me how to be better. I was always a very patient child, I 'm not sure why or how I got to be that way but my dad made sure I knew he was proud of me. My dad had the hardest time teaching me to chew with my mouth closed and I still do it once in awhile on accident, but he always reminds me when I do. I think the most important thing my dad has taught me is to think everything through, my dad has given me wisdom I never would have found without him.
My father was a really great man to be around. He loved to joke with people and see his own children happy. My father was the best dad anyone could ever ask for. We had tons of great memories, but that all went bittersweet the day he started having issues. My father taught me so many things, Fishing, shooting guns, and to have fun.
More than anything, I was determined to work my hardest to keep this job for as long as I possibly could. I did my absolute helping coworkers, assisting customers and covering shifts for anyone who couldn’t make it. At one point the assistant manager even gave me a pat on the back for my hard work, and said he was hoping I would be kept full-time once the season ended. I thought for sure I had achieved my goal, but soon that wouldn’t be the case. As Christmas drew near, the hours I was scheduled to work started to dwindle.
So we expected him to came back, every day and every year, we were waiting our father. We missed his smile, his words. Gradually, he started to be our hero and idol, we kept his only picture and looked at it everyday in order to remind us to work hard and become a successful and great man as my father. In this way, my younger brother and me worked hard every day, and all got satisfied grade when we graduated form senior high school. I got the offer of Massachusetts Institute of Technology successfully, and I dreamed to be an astronaut in the very-near future.
Depending on my parents was getting old; I have never liked being the girl who expects everything to be handed to them. I like to work for my stuff, and know I have earned it with my own hands. Having a job and being a full time student “no big deal” I thought to myself. The day where I had homework due the next day finally came and I knew I was getting home late because I worked right after school. Having no other choice I did the homework, taking me a good three hours.
Now that I’m older, I feel much more sympathy for what my father went through in order to put myself and my 3 siblings through school. Working countless hours at the same job for over 20 years, trying to provide for us, fixing our cars when they broke down, cleaning up the yard every so often, all usually without a simple thank you. Right now I work as a personal trainer and seeing as my dad has decided to take up running 30 minutes every other day in their schedules brings me great pride. I help him whenever he wants clarity on an exercise, how to use certain equipment, or just about healthy eating because it gives up something to talk about and grow closer with. Right now I’m writing this paper in my old room I had all those years ago to see if it helped create this.
Although my dad was physically present, he was not mentally. His behavior had a negative effect on everyone in the family, but I knew that my mom was the one who suffered the most. I admire her for her endurance and patience, which is why I can depend on her. I remembered innocently asking my mom one day, “Why don’t you ever yell at Dad to stop going gambling so he can start spending more time with us?” She calmly replied, “Your dad will not listen to me, which is why you need to continue to work hard. You are still young right now, but when you grow up and become responsible, Dad will listen to you out of respect.” Those words stuck with me and they still do to this day.
I had friends for the first time in my life. “Your father was a good man, he will never be forgotten,” said one of them. They were happy to be in prison it wasn’t hell. A day has passed now, it was a long sleepless night. Voices were rattling around in my head; it was my father.
Did you ever have someone who meant everything to you? Well, when I was a little kid, I had my older brother who was my everything. He would teach me good from bad, care for me, buy me stuff, play soccer with me, and love me. Though, the worst day of my life came, and he was gone. Back when I was 9 years old, my favorite thing to do was stay home and watch tv.