Preview

Write a Thing Happened Between Your Parent and You

Good Essays
Open Document
Open Document
456 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Write a Thing Happened Between Your Parent and You
Write a thing happened between your parent and you.

As the saying goes , blood is thicker than water . Parents are always the closest people in our lives . Ironically , because of this , we always take everything for granted from them instead of treating those things as blessings . I can never forget that time , what I have done to my father .
It was a wintry morning . The sky was still dark when I woke up at 6:30 . And the first thing I did after waking up was shouting to my dad : “Why you woke me up so late today ?! I am going to be late for school . And why my uniform is still wet ?! “ My father seemed so shock at that moment and couldn’t utter any words , my “accusation” was feared by him . But soon he recovered , and said :” I am so sorry , my dear . I just worked until too late last night and forgot to put the laundries in the washing machine . And I was too tired to wake up promptly when the alarm rang . Actually It’s not late yet , you can…” “No ! It is too late already ! Now I have no time to have breakfast ! ” I stopped my father from going on . And after that , I just cleaned up hastily and put my school coat on , then rushed out and slammed the door .
I ran all my way to school . However , on the way , when I had calmed down , I felt so guilty and remorseful to my dad . How can I burst out such words to him , and even didn’t eat the breakfast that he had prepared ? I felt so sorry for my rudeness , my disrespect . The frigid winds was slapping my face , and my tears blurred my eyes .
Finally I wasn’t late . And I traipsed to my seat , which was against the windows . When I looked through the windows , the sight ahead of me stopped me in my tracks . I saw my father , walking towards home , wearing only slippers and an overcoat on the pyjamas , in such a wintry day . My eyes welled up with tears again , it was obvious that he had followed me all the way to school , just as usual .
That night when I came home , dinner had been prepared . My dad

You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Good Essays

    Midterm Break Analysis

    • 694 Words
    • 3 Pages

    Arriving home from school, being picked up by his neighbors, “At two o’ clock our neighbors drove me home”(3). He heard the devastating news that someone died in his family. Upon arriving home, “In the porch I met my crying father”(4), showed how death can causes so much trauma and confusion. His father crying,…

    • 694 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I was raised by my father since the age of 3. I had only seen her once or twice since she left, but I still somehow cared about her. I was on my way to the Sacator household when a good friend of mine ran up to me saying there was an issue with my mother.…

    • 1938 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    All I could hear was the screaming of my mother's voice, yelling at me to do the housework. All I could think about is why my father needed to go on this oh so important ‘business trip’ of his. She, just like all of the other times this has happened, begins comparing me to my older brothers. “He is so…

    • 443 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    — Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and imagine another time, another world You knew love, once. But where once was love, now remains longing. The sky showed first signs of winter when they found you: a helpless girl, lost in a world that had not at all been introduced to her properly. The soot from the night prior and the snow from the early morning clung to your hair and skin, just as you had once fastened yourself to your parents’ side. Those who found you knew you as much as you had known yourself.…

    • 1220 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Hi, it is me Ponyboy. I have been meaning to talk to you about something. I never thought you as a father even though you always try to be like a father to me. You were always very rough to me and even though you sometimes said sorry for any act you did like shaking me vigorously, I never thought you really meant it. As for example, once I thought, “Darry isn’t very sorry for anything he does. It seems funny to me that he should look just like my father and act exactly the opposite from him. My father was only 40 when he died and he looked 25 and a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers, instead of father and son. But they only looked alike- my father was never rough to anyone without meaning to be.” (Hinton, 6) The problem between us was that I thought you were way too harsh for you to actually be nice and caring at that time.…

    • 559 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    I remember staring at the wall with my face feeling hot and wet. The look of confusion and sadness on my father’s face brought tears to my eyes. This memory stained my room forever. This memory tainted my perception of the house. The house slowly transformed into a less innocent version of itself. The feeling of not wanting to forgive was the most painful of them all. I did not understand why she did what she did but it was a fact and we all have to accept facts. I knew that this was the event that would change my life forever. This made me want to leave the house that I so dearly loved before and make something better of…

    • 618 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    When I walked in the doors of our house, I looked to the left where our couch was and saw my parents sitting facing towards me with nervous faces. I set my bag on the ground next to the door, and I set my shoes next to my bag. I slowly turned around and walked towards the couch, hesitant to take a step forward. Part of me considered bolting--running for the door. Their faces were plastered with anxiety, and I tried to think of what I had done. Nothing clear came to mind. Once I finally sat down, I looked at my parents and said, “What's wrong?”…

    • 468 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    My mom and dad had just gotten divorced and my dad was moving to Mexico and we were moving to Texas. I was very upset I thought everything was over. My sister was calm as always but I was like a little kid winning and crying. On the way to Texas all I could think is that he was going somewhere else and my mom was going with someone else too. When we got to Texas we moved in with Jaime (my step dad).When I first met him I hated him I blamed him for everything, I just couldn't stop thinking how could my mom leavemy dad for…

    • 109 Words
    • 1 Page
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    I didn’t know heartbreak until June 28, when my dad told me that he had stage 4 cancer. I didn’t know fear until August 13, when I found out that he would have to undergo radiation to combat a tumor in his brain. I didn’t know weariness until August 24, when everyone at school talked about how great their summer had been, and I had to lie and say that mine had been fine. I didn’t know how deep my love for my dad ran until June 29, when I wiped away my tears, stood a little straighter, and vowed to help him find little rays of light in even the worst days.…

    • 585 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I sat up just in time to see my father stumble through the front door. He had cuts across his face. His boots were caked in dirt. His clothes were torn and he could barely speak. Behind him on the front porch was some food. It was a few small bags of rice, meat, and fruit.…

    • 571 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Better Essays

    I don’t blame myself for what happened to my parents. I may not be the most buoyant about it, but who would be? Going through your high school years without complete parental support can end horribly in more ways than one. High school is the time when you need your parents the most; you are growing up, maturing, and starting your life. It can be hard to know where to start if you can’t even recognize where your parents have gotten in their lives.…

    • 1025 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Better Essays
  • Good Essays

    Isolation: A Short Story

    • 427 Words
    • 2 Pages

    When reflecting on the day and then writing this story, I discovered that although we were together as a family for the entire day, at the same time, we were separated by an invisible wall created by technology that took us away from being in the moment with each other. This was the exact message my dad was trying to get across in his hour-long lecture. I won’t give the exact play by play of his entire lecture, but it started out as him telling me how “bratty” and selfish I had been toward the family due to my isolation with my phone. Here, I was leaning up against the counter with my fists in tight in a ball trying to hold back my anger as I listened to my dad go on and on about how great of a brother I have and how I don’t appreciate him…

    • 427 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    The Unthinkable

    • 533 Words
    • 3 Pages

    I walked so slow to the door that it seem as though I did not move at all. As I moved closer I could hear the humming of the choir. My arm grabbed the cold metal of the church door. My palms began to sweat and I swiftly clenched my sister’s hand. Hot tears trickled from my eyes and pierced my cheeks.…

    • 533 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    First TIme I Snuck Out

    • 1138 Words
    • 5 Pages

    It was a brisk August night, and Dad had already gone to bed for the night, Just after midnight, Ashley and I put on our sweaters to prepare to leave the house and go for a walk. Trying not to make a sound, I slowly opened the old wooden window that led to the outside of the house. We quietly…

    • 1138 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I take a deep breath and calm down so that I don’t get into an argument with my mom; she always tells me I have a bad mouth. Thinking about how upset I am that I woke up three hours before I needed to, I decide to take my time to find a cute outfit to wear to church. I look through my drawers and find my favorite pair of American Eagle jeans and a flowing, blue and white blouse that I just bought. Happy with the way my outfit looks I run out of the house without grabbing a bite to eat.…

    • 762 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays