Rosetta Irving
English 100 I must have been four or five, when he decided to send for me from the Village. I left with no hesitation, non what so ever. My eyes at this point was at its worse. If it didn’t get taken care of I could have went blind. At least that’s what I was told. I don’t really remember exactly what were wrong with my eyes but it was very uncomfortable. They would itch all of the time and when I rub them I’ll rub so hard and so often that I would break the skin around them. Mornings were always horrible between my eyes feeling like they were glue shut from all the build-up and the soreness from me rubbing it all night, I hated it. We left for the city early one morning in hopes that they would find the cure for my mysterious eye trouble. The bus was jammed packed so I had to sit on the lap of the person taking me to the city. We made a stop and the most different looking human I had ever seen in my four to five years of living got on the bus, I got so scare because he looked like he stepped out of one of the scary stories I was told. His head was unusually big for his body and his eyes were too far apart or something like that. There were other things that I can’t really remember at this point. The smile was wiped off my face instantly. I spent the entire bus ride trying not to stare which I failed miserably at. We arrived at his house and it was an unpainted cement two story building. The entrance was in the back we hurried back and quickly climbed the two flights of steps. I waited with excitement to meet him. He got home shortly and I ran into his arms as if I knew him. I studied every part of him, he didn’t look too much like me could he really be my father? Was I really finally meeting him in person? He unlocked the door to the bedroom he was renting. We walked in and he took my things. The room wasn’t that big, there was a full/queen size bed and a couch and I think a table with two chairs at the window. This was it my mother had done her part and it was his turn. I don’t remember exactly why but I was very happy there with him he was a better provider and he had the strongest shudders I could climb on. He always had something for me after work. I loved falling asleep in his lap. He would always tell me to go to sleep but I was never sleepy. We had this bond that no one could touch. We were two peas in a pod. My father was my favorite person in the entire world I never thought I had see the day when I would feel any differently. I’m not sure if it was moving to a new land, new culture or the coming of age but my father and I relationship started going south shortly after we arrived to the U.S. maybe us being apart for two years changed something. I was on the mission to keep him happy with me. He just didn’t seem the same anymore. There was sadness in his eyes. He had four lines of wrinkles on his forehead. The stress of providing for a family of five in a strange land must have played a part. He never had time for a back scratch or late nights stories. He had to keep a roof over our heads and he didn’t take that lightly. As the years passed his smile erased slowly and slowly, he has somehow manage to be a joy sucker. He’s always worried about something now. There’s not that much joking with him. He just seem to take the weight of the world and put it on his shoulders. There’s not much I can do to put a smile on his face. He was is school for a while and I was hoping maybe once he got the degree and the job he always wanted for sure he would be a happier person. I was wrong, he stays to himself, he don’t like a lot of company. He just seem very unhappy all the time and no one can guess why. He has his masters and is working at a job that he is well respected so for the life of me I can’t seem to figure out to get my father happy again.
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Lisa
2/16/2017 08:36:24 pm
Nice story just curious what was wrong with your eyes. I think if you put more description about the relationship with you and your father will give a better outlook on your story.
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