When I first applied to seeds and told my father I was accepted, I thought he would jump for joy because this was such a prestigious program, but I was sadly let down. It didn't seem as if he was upset or enthusiastic about my enrollment, he was undetectable. My dad, a five foot seven, dark skinned Haitian man with a buzzcut filled with many grey hairs was like a sour patch kid, never showing his true emotions.Most people find him unapproachable because of his loud, aggressive voice laced with his thick Haitian accent. Being a child who worked her butt off trying to better her education, of course I wanted to be praised by my parents but obviously my dad didn't get the memo.
One day, one of my closest cousins called me to congratulate me
One day, one of my closest cousins called me to congratulate me