I would hang around two of my friends. Ricky, a chubby funny guy, and Daniel, my friend with glasses who had a crude sense of humor and would say the same sexist/racist jokes every day. After lunch I would have my last two classes and then I would be done for the day. But this day I was only thinking about my dad. And the fact that I hadn’t heard from him for the longest time. As soon as I got out of school I headed home on my bike like i usually do; this time not being able to listen to music. Constantly fearing the worst, I messaged my dad multiple times: “Hola papa como estas?”, “Estas bien?”. After not replying I felt my stomach turning and my eyes started to water. I started imagining different scenarios varying from him being mad with my brother and I, choosing to ignore us, and thinking about him possibly dying and how I’ll never see him again. During this moment I had crawled into bed not being able to think about anything else. I layed there for 20 minutes until my mom came home from work, trying to put on a brave face she asked me what was wrong. Where I quickly tried hiding what I was thinking about and said I was ok. My mom is the mom I’m glad I had growing up she taught me to be responsible for my actions and never to make any excuses for times I messed …show more content…
And after doing this I started to feel even worse…. After googling his name there were several articles talking about what he had done. And what gave me chills was seeing a picture I thought I’d never see in my life. His mugshot was there staring at me making me wish this was a dream and that I could just easily pinch myself and wake up from this nightmare that had such a weird beginning and that seemed would never end. After thinking about it, I finally clicked on one of the articles I found out what my dad had done that landed him in prison. The article was titled “Pomona man arrested after seeing the ‘devil’ in eyes of Ontario police officer”. And it talked about how my dad had “attempted murder” against an officer and his K9. After reading this I knew this made me feel even worse but with some weight lifted off my shoulder knowing my dad was still alive. I shared the news with my mom and read to her the article. She sat there in disbelief and no longer was telling me anything. I thought about how long he would have to be there. Knowing that it would be a whole before I could see him