Personal Narrative: Dad, Time For Dinner

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“Dad, time for dinner.” and there is silence only, no reply. And then my father comes out from his room and grabs a. plate and goes back to his room with a gloomy look.
When I was twelve years old, my father didn’t talk to the entire family and avoided us for one year. He was under a lot of pressure and his youngest brother chose to leave my father’s company when my father really needed him. He was heart-broken. It was a really hard time for my mom and sister, but I think it shapes who I am today.
At first, the dinner table was always silent since my father never ate dinner with us in that one year. He also didn’t engage in any family activities – my mother, sister and I dragged ourselves to my grandmother’s birthday, my family’s new year

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