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Personal Narrative: Biological Dad

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“Appreciate what you have and not what you’ve had.” How many of you and your friends you know grew up with dads? Most kids grow up with a father figure but some didn’t…..like me. I grew up with one or two memories of my dad. I miss him every day of my life. I wish he was here with me so I could have a father figure to look up to. I wish i could be with him here on earth. I wish things were different but they’re not. So many things use to go through my head like, what would it be like to have a biological dad to grow up with. Or would my feelings about him be different if I knew more about him and had more memories of him. I was told all my life three ways of how my dad died and to think of that all my life was hard until

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