Personal Narrative: My Father's Father

The moment I looked over at the video surveillance in our bedroom, my heart dropped to my stomach. It was about 6 years ago, I was involved in a bad relationship with my daughter’s father, Julian. He not only a drug dealer, he was also an addict. At that time, we had one daughter together, with another on the way. He introduced a lot of negativity into our lives, and put my daughter and me in danger. You might ask, why were you even involved with this guy? Well one reason was obvious, he was my children’s father. He provided for us, although it was in the wrong way. I saw some good in him, I knew he cared, which is why I stayed so long. I believed he could be a good person, there was some potential in him. He was self-destructive and seemed …show more content…
The sound of their feet running up the stairs made me stop right in my tracks. They charged into my room with their guns out forcing me to get on the ground. All I could think of was how scared my daughter was, who was screaming and crying, and I couldn’t even hold her. Thankfully, these men (who were undercover officers) known as the OMNI, showed me some empathy. They let me up to comfort my daughter and call my mother, who lived two minutes down the street to come get her out of this horrible and scary situation. After my mom got her out of the apartment, they had me waiting nervously in the living room for them to bring Julian inside. They had two other undercover officers, dressed in street clothes, grab him when he left in the car. The interrogation soon began, shortly after he arrived. Separating us, they took me into the kitchen and asked me all kinds of questions regarding Julian, and where were the drugs they were looking for. My quick move to hide it before they busted inside had them searching longer than I had anticipated. In a panic, I had quickly threw it all into my bin full of clothes, I knew they would find it eventually, so I kept …show more content…
At one point the lead officer telling Julian and I how out of all the drug raids he does, he could tell Julian was a “good drug dealer,” doing it to support his family and that our daughter was not being neglected. Saying how our apartment was nicely put together, clean, and our fridge was full of food, so there was not any need to get CPS involved, he stated. That was a huge relief to hear that I wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to my daughter. A female officer was then called to the scene to come search me, head to toe. Finally a couple hours later, after our apartment was torn upside down, they found the drugs they were looking for. Two ounces of crack cocaine, a little bag of marijuana, and a scale with residue on it. Of course he was going to go to jail, but they wanted more. They wanted names, they wanted him to be an informant in order to keep me out of jail and get himself less time. Julian agreed to help them, and was taken to jail. In complete disbelief of what was happening, I was left with what looked like the aftermath of a tornado. They left me with a list of what was found and confiscated. They took everything they thought to be bought with drug money as well. Sitting amongst the disaster we called home, I started reading through the list. My heart felt crushed, immediately feelings of anger and sadness consumed me. I had to find out by a piece of paper, that Julian had relapsed and I hadn’t even