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Personal Narrative: My Dad In My Life
My dad was extremely involved in my life especially when I was younger. I was a daddy’s girl one hundred percent growing up. My dad got me involved in all the sports I partook in. Encouraging me, giving me lessons, and helping me become better in any way he could. My mom was normally just there for moral support but my dad was the one to push me. He encouraged me to be good at anything I wanted to do. My dad played such a strong role in my life, and helped me become who I am today. The influences he forced on me created many of the interests I still have today. I feel as if I would be a different person if he weren’t there while I was growing up. To see the change that one person could have on you is deranged. She was involved in any sport …show more content…
She surprisingly didn’t have any internal struggles. “I thought it was weird that my friends had two parents.” I was shocked to hear this. I think when most people hear of someone with one person they feel compassion and sorrow for them. I don’t think she needed either of those. She had such a different outlook than I had expected. I loved hearing about her stories and the attitude she had on life. She faces external battles that she finds hard to keep in. She said she just gets angry and defensive when people talk bad about their dads. She stated, “ One of my best friends always talks about how her dad doesn’t even try with her and I just get so frustrated like okay you have one life with your dad, imagine not having one.” Since she doesn’t show emotion easily and is comfortable talking about her dad, her friends forget she can be sensitive about the subject. She doesn’t normally let things bother her, but I think this is something that does get to her. Sometimes we get carried away and caught up in the moment we don’t realize what we are saying. Also, how what we are saying could hurt the ones we love. People would come up to her at school and say, “ The only reason your popular is because your dad died.” She said she would laugh at things like this. She didn’t let petty things like that phase her growing up. She said, “Once you have

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