On February 11, 2009, I was standing on the balcony with my aunt. She asked me to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On my way back from the kitchen, I overheard her on the phone with my mum. Approaching her, she looked at me but said nothing. As I came towards her with the glass of water, she held my hand. I knew there was something wrong. As surprised as I was I had a lot of questions going through my mind but she finally said, “your dad is no more.” I looked at her and said, “that is not true.” But she keeps telling me it is true. The thought of never seeing my dad again filled my mind. I lost consciousness and realized myself on a hospital bed the next morning. When I got up, I thought it was a dream but I saw closed family members
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My mother left my dad and I when I was a year old and since then I grow up knowing my dad as my one and only parent. My dad was my “hero,” he was everything to me. When I was two years old, he took me to a river side where he thought me how to fish and told me lots of stories. He carried me on his back and show me all the touristic side along the side of the river. After that, he took me home, give me a good bath, and prepare dinner. We sat on the dinner table, said a prayer and eat dinner together. When it was bed time, he put on my pajamas, read to me bedtime stories and we said a night prayer and went to sleep. I always slept in my dad’s arms and he made sure I went to sleep before he …show more content…
He thought me to love and accept people, and to treat people the way I wanted them to treat me. He also thought me to love God and put him first. My dad made sure I had everything I ever wanted and he was always supportive. He always reminded me to put my education first before boys, He always congratulated me for doing the right thing and tried to correct me when I went wrong. He stepped in when I need him the most and could take a bullet for me. All I could tell him was “I love you dad” and I would see a big smile on his face. His death came to me as a shock because, he died in an accident. He fought till the last minute but still did not make it. I knew how strong he was. He was a fighter and could fight for his life, if not for anything it would be for his child. When my dad passed away, I knew all hopes were gone. There was no one to talk to. I knew there was a vacancy created, that no one could ever replace. In my culture, when a man dies, his sons inherit his properties. Since I was a girl and the only child he had, his brothers, culturally had the right to inherit his properties. When my dad died, his brothers took everything he owned and I was left with nothing. I had to drop out of school and get a job to support myself. I worked long hours trying to raise money to get an education. Life was not worth living. I could not sleep but think of my dad. I thought of
My mother left my dad and I when I was a year old and since then I grow up knowing my dad as my one and only parent. My dad was my “hero,” he was everything to me. When I was two years old, he took me to a river side where he thought me how to fish and told me lots of stories. He carried me on his back and show me all the touristic side along the side of the river. After that, he took me home, give me a good bath, and prepare dinner. We sat on the dinner table, said a prayer and eat dinner together. When it was bed time, he put on my pajamas, read to me bedtime stories and we said a night prayer and went to sleep. I always slept in my dad’s arms and he made sure I went to sleep before he …show more content…
He thought me to love and accept people, and to treat people the way I wanted them to treat me. He also thought me to love God and put him first. My dad made sure I had everything I ever wanted and he was always supportive. He always reminded me to put my education first before boys, He always congratulated me for doing the right thing and tried to correct me when I went wrong. He stepped in when I need him the most and could take a bullet for me. All I could tell him was “I love you dad” and I would see a big smile on his face. His death came to me as a shock because, he died in an accident. He fought till the last minute but still did not make it. I knew how strong he was. He was a fighter and could fight for his life, if not for anything it would be for his child. When my dad passed away, I knew all hopes were gone. There was no one to talk to. I knew there was a vacancy created, that no one could ever replace. In my culture, when a man dies, his sons inherit his properties. Since I was a girl and the only child he had, his brothers, culturally had the right to inherit his properties. When my dad died, his brothers took everything he owned and I was left with nothing. I had to drop out of school and get a job to support myself. I worked long hours trying to raise money to get an education. Life was not worth living. I could not sleep but think of my dad. I thought of