Personal Narrative: I Cannot Go To My Father

You cannot go to your dad’s,” my mom said. Of course, like any other child that missed their parent, I asked my mother why. “It is not safe to go to his house right now. You cannot go until he gets better.” With tears streaming down my face I said okay the proceeded to ask if I could call him instead. This was the only way I was able to be in contact with my father for an entire year. No one ever puts being involved in the drug community in their life plan. You do not expect you will have to go a year without being able to see your father. Whenever I was four years old my dad moved to West Virginia to marry my step mother. I remember my daddy driving over 350 miles from West Virginia to North Carolina every other weekend to pick me up. Not …show more content…
I began to see him less and less. At the time I was eight years old and I did not understand why I was no longer seeing my dad as much. Although I was not seeing him as often when I did go to my dad’s things were different. We no longer did fun family things like before. He became occupied with friends and other things. I remember one night in particular I was sitting in my living room in a chair with my sister who is my age. We were watching my dad, step-mom, and their friends hang out. They were so intoxicated they could hardly walk. He was the person that I loved being around most. His personality spread like a wildfire. So why at this point in time could I not stand being around him? At this age I was starting to understand the effects of alcohol, and how it made you act which made me realize this was nothing like my dad. Seeing him in this state absolutely broke my heart. I could not understand why the most important man in my life was choosing to spend the little time had with me being intoxicated. For the first time in my life I was disappointed in him. Although I knew this was not like my dad, I began to feel like I didn’t know who he was at all