Personal Narrative: Growing Up Without A Father

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Have you ever blamed yourself for a specific situation? While growing up with my mother, who is a single parent of two. I always blamed myself for my mom and dad’s separation. Never had I thought I would get over not having a father figure in my life. Although, yes it was difficult but it made me who I am today. Being grown up at an abnormal age can make things difficult but yet beneficial at the same time, I now help provide for my family by working and being able to pay my own bills. I can distinctly remember growing up in elementary school, how I felt growing up without a father. What use to always bug me about it was how all the kids made father’s day gifts and would be able to actually give it to them. I was forced to make a father’s day gift every time it came around, but every gift I made would get crumbled up into large wads and thrown away never to be thought of again. It was difficult thinking how different I was from everyone else. Others wrote long detailed stories about their dads and how he was number one, all I could do was write “Happy Father’s Day.” I tried to imagine what my father looked like when others told how their fathers looked, was he tall, short, fat, skinny? Another question that always got to me was, why was I so caught up on not having a father? Going into middle school I was frightened. I was still …show more content…
I had some closer from what I felt many years ago. I didn’t think I was inferior, I didn’t think it was all my fault, and I was happy with who I have come out to be. I no longer fear the many use to be difficult questions I had in my past. I’ve come to find out it better to embrace who you are and who you turn out to be, rather than fear who you are. According to Marie Curie “Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.” I have come to distinguish the way I use to fear many questions about my father, I now only come to understand them and make them make me who I am

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