Everyone has someone they look up to, a role model, inspiration, someone they want to be like one day. For many, it may be their parent, older brother, sister, celebrity, or close relative. Usually, they have always looked up to them as a child. In my case, I was 15 when I found out my father was my role model. I was never really close with my father or uncles until I went to work with him out of state for a few months. My relatives and co-workers had shown me the man I have always pushed away. Now I move forward, not for myself like everyone says or wants to believe, but for my parents to show them, they have done a fantastic job of parenting and can be proud.
It all started when Robert took me to Oregon for the summer to work and make a little money for myself. Well, at first I thought it was for the money, I then later realized it was to teach me …show more content…
Then, getting caught, losing it all, serving their time, but it seemed that even when they were in jail, they still found a way to get what they want. It would repeat as if they never learned their lesson. They then began lecturing me of how I should appreciate my father more, and see what he has sacrificed and done not just my family, but for me. I saw myself fascinated listening to the stories they told me; I felt as if they were lying to me, how would someone else possibly know my father better than his son. I learned my father used to be in a gang; he ran a clique, the insane and idiotic things he had gotten himself into. It would make me laugh because the way I saw Robert he was a square. I asked so many questions, “Well what happened?” “What changed him?” "Are you sure you're talking about Robert?" and the whole time I failed to realize it was because of
It all started when Robert took me to Oregon for the summer to work and make a little money for myself. Well, at first I thought it was for the money, I then later realized it was to teach me …show more content…
Then, getting caught, losing it all, serving their time, but it seemed that even when they were in jail, they still found a way to get what they want. It would repeat as if they never learned their lesson. They then began lecturing me of how I should appreciate my father more, and see what he has sacrificed and done not just my family, but for me. I saw myself fascinated listening to the stories they told me; I felt as if they were lying to me, how would someone else possibly know my father better than his son. I learned my father used to be in a gang; he ran a clique, the insane and idiotic things he had gotten himself into. It would make me laugh because the way I saw Robert he was a square. I asked so many questions, “Well what happened?” “What changed him?” "Are you sure you're talking about Robert?" and the whole time I failed to realize it was because of