parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Thunderstorms
The loud crack of thunder jolts me awake. I peer into darkness, a bit disoriented. Taking a moment to center myself, I take in my surroundings and realize I am back at home, in my makeshift basement apartment. It is pitch black, meaning we must be without power. No power also explains me being freezing cold. Shivering, I gather my warmest blanket around my shoulders and walk towards the stairwell with one arm ahead of me.
By Lenny Jacobs2 years ago in Families
My Father, the Square
As a creative freestyling everything I did, I could never relate to my dad's straight-laced ways. Made sense that he chose engineering as a profession. He tried his damn hardest to put me on the straight and narrow. Which resulted in constant battles, and I resented him for the longest.
By A.K. Noctua2 years ago in Families
Reason
As a kid I remember how my father would wake up before the sun, drink his coffee, and wake us up for school as he was leaving for work. I have a brother that is 18 months older than I am, then 4 years younger than me there is our sister. Our dad worked 2 jobs around this time. He worked as a detention officer at the Adult Detention Center 12 hours a day 5-6 days a week. That job in itself took a toll on him. Then as soon as he was able to clock out from his long shift there, he had just enough time to come home, change clothes, grab his plate from the microwave and head to job number two. Of course he also checked on us first, made sure our homework and chores were done, and told us goodnight and that he loved us before he would leave every time. He wouldn't get home until after midnight most of the time, sometimes later. At this job he was a bouncer at a local bar across town. I remember watching him come home about 2:30 am so tired that he walked in the front door, pushing himself those few more steps to the couch barely able to kick off his boots and then fell right to sleep just to wake up before the sun and do the same thing all over again.
By Amber Martinez2 years ago in Families
My Dad
I didn’t always consider my dad to be my dad. We had some rough patches in life, so at some point I began considering him a sperm donor; we had no real relationship. However, during the last few years of his life he made an incredibly miraculous change in how he dealt with me and my 3 younger sisters. Those were absolutely our best times with him.
By Stephanie Jordan 2 years ago in Families
DAD
'DAD' it's not just a word, but whole world for the kids. The description about the Dad should be different according to everyone or no one can describe Dad unless they became parents. When we actually came to their position, than we realize what they did for us and how hard it is to be a parent.
By Navjot Kaur Sidhu2 years ago in Families
Is this for Papa?
I cannot imagine myself writing a story about my father who never really did anything exceptional nor had any out-of-the box achievements. But here I am trying not to sound too rude while stating this one sentence that I had always wanted to voice out to him.
By Prarthana Guha2 years ago in Families
Tales of Dad
My dad was the best, most people say that about their dad, but it was true for mine. My dad passed away on March 26th, 2022. I was with my mom and grandma going to a plant nursery. On our way there, I saw a red-tailed hawk, I swear it winked at me, and then it felt like all of my insides had been taken away. I was hollow, there was nothing inside of me anymore. I was empty.
By Dusti West2 years ago in Families
The Other Genetic Heritage
Some genetic traits are easy. Eye color? Check - both parents have lovely blue eyes, and I got the hazel variety. Hair color? Check - Mom's side of the family has the color-changing blond / brunette / blond / brunette / red / dyspeptic skunk thing going for at least four generations that I know of. (That last color shift is when the white streak starts laterally, crosswise, and spreads forwards and backwards. because my family can never do anything the normal way.) Heart disease? Check, everyone on Dad's side of the family. You-know-what eating grin? Like someone did a cut-and-paste of Dad's smile, and gave it to me as well. No denying that I was his kid, that's for sure!
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Families