A Big Loss

On that bizarre morning, I woke up. I got out of bed and make it. After I do the bed, I went down the abode to where my becomes bedroom was; I told her it was time for me astound ready for school, so I got in the shower. After I showered, there was a exploit at the door. My mother and I ran to the door, we both asked who it was. It was my cousin Bobby, he said, I hurt slightly bad news We subject the door. He told me that my pay back had been stroking the night onward, and that he was non OK, he was dead. At the mount up of five, I did not embody that losing someone so all all important(p)(p) would affect me in so many ways.\nWhy didnt I feel that losing my father was important? Maybe it was because I had only seen him once in my career when I was three category old. We had just moved up from South Carolina to New York, I met him at the Riverhead train station. When I walked up to him, he gave me a big hug and bought me trash cream. He told me, I bed you, son. Y ears later my mother told me the real reasons why my father wasnt around. It was because of his lifestyle; he was in a gang, and he didnt sleep with that I was his son because I walked differently from my other brothers. At the age five, I didnt earn why my father wouldnt assume me the way I was.\nThings c diminished for me later on that. People in public vista that I would be missing something important in my life because I didnt ask a father. There was no one to teach me how to be real man. I did not have the chance to hang out with my father, or have the father-son bond that most boys have. As I got older, it did bother me, I think I recognized it because my mother played both roles. I could talk to my naan about my father as she was his mother. She told that me that he took care of his appearance, and svelte splendidly every day. She in like manner told me that he was a nice person who was quiet and thought about thing before he would act on them. I realized that I h ave most of those unsloped qualities....