First Day At Stockyards

A few days ago, I simply could not seem to stop thinking about that first day last week that my father went to work in the stockyards. He had left in the morning happy to finally have a job, but I had seen the slight worry cross his face, just for a second, as he had put on his shoes. At dinner, he only answered our questions with short answers, and when I tried to talk to him at night about the stockyards, he said it was getting late and that I must get some sleep I wonder if maybe his first day didn’t go the way he thought it would, or maybe the stockyards were not like what he had expected. Maybe his first day at the stockyards was even like my first day at high school, when I got yelled at by my teacher for coming to class late, even though I apologized for getting lost trying to get there. …show more content…
I thought he would be in a bad temper, but instead, I found him sitting on the couch ten minutes later, looking through my grandparents’ photo album. “You know, as Native Americans, we went through a lot of hardships,” he said, more to himself than