Personal Narrative: A Part Of My Life

I can’t remember a time when both of my biological parents were together, I only ever saw them exchange very few words when my mom would drop me off with my dad every other weekend until I was eleven. It always seemed like my parents were in a battle of tug-o-war, and I was the rope, splitting birthdays and holidays. I didn’t really understand why my dad was signing away his parental rights when I was only eleven, but I did know that it meant he would no longer be my dad. I am not sure how or what happened to make my dad decide he no longer wanted to be a part of my life. Maybe he decided I was no longer worth the percentage of his paycheck that went to child support, or maybe it was his bitter wife who did not accept me because I was not her own.
I don’t remember every detail of the day my life changed but I do know how it changed me. I know I learned that blood is not always thicker than water and that those who choose to step into our lives make a greater impact than those who only come for a short time. I know that I will never be the same little girl who believes everything in the world is good and whole. I …show more content…
I have always been beyond thankful that someone else thought I was worth having in his life. I cannot count how many times he was there for me when my biological father was not. If I could go back I would tell myself that we are so much more than the people who choose to step out of our lives and some people are not worth the heartbreak. I would tell myself that I was incredibly lucky to have a man who chose me as a daughter when someone else did not. The man that I am left with now as my dad is the one who shuttled me back and forth from school, who stayed home with me when I was sick, who never missed a dance performance, who gave me his last name and who never walked away. He is the one who has taught me so much more than he will ever