Personal Essay: Rocket Power And Buying My Frosted Flakes

My father started to come home later each night. First it was eight, then eleven, midnight, and eventually I wouldn’t even see him until the next morning. I would call him to see where he was, and the response I would get was “I have one more customer I need to sell a car to, I’ll be home soon. I love you, baby girl.” And of course I believed him and went about my business. But at that moment I didn’t realize that soon would mean the next day when I’m watching Rocket Power and eating my Frosted Flakes. It really sucked because before he used to help me do my math homework at night and after play a round of NASCAR on the PlayStation. As a result, I was stuck watching the Lifetime channel or The Oprah Show with my mom every night. I never really realized how boring that lady was until I had to watch her every day. Don’t get me wrong, she is an amazing person, but for a seven year old playing a video game would be way more entertaining. But in the end I had to suck it up I didn’t have the option because my father was at work. Sometimes …show more content…
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