Shortly before I began high school, he started to stay out later for work, and it was not practical for him to drive me to school every morning. We barely got to speak because of our schedules—between his job and my extracurricular activities—and I didn’t know how to approach him whenever he did get home. He always appeared tired and out of sorts whenever I did get to see him. It didn’t help that there was a language barrier between us, either. Whenever we did get to talk, our conversations would devolve into irritated remarks and yelling matches. We didn’t see eye to eye, and it was evident through our exchanges. Our ideologies started to clash and we constantly fought because of our differences. My father believed that he was the sole “man” of the household and disregarded my opinion if it wasn’t the same as his beliefs. He would often demand full compliance from me, and I would often rebel against his conservative …show more content…
The bridge between us had become worn and battered. I felt as though my father looked down on me, so I started to look down on him. I started to believe that I had been superior because of my education and knowledge of the English language. I started to take my father for granted and our conflict became worse because of my unwillingness to compromise. Our disagreements became no more than just words filled with malicious intent. I argued simply because I felt as if it was my only way to survive in the household. I resolved to never become as narrow-minded as I believed my father had