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 lobby to where my obtains bedchamber was; I told her it was time for me make out ready for school, so I got in the shower. After I showered, there was a cuff at the door. My mother and I ran to the door, we two asked who it was. It was my cousin Bobby, he said, I nurture many bad news We candid the door. He told me that my develop had been chilliness the night in the beginning, and that he was non OK, he was dead. At the sequence of five, I did not pull ahead that losing someone so principal(prenominal) would affect me in so many ways. \nWhy didnt I feel that losing my father was substantial? Maybe it was because I had and seen him once in my flavor 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 nut case cream. He told me, I bash you, son. Years 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 recognise that I was his son because I walked differently from my other brothers. At the age five, I didnt deduct why my father wouldnt train me the way I was.\nThings c courseed for me after that. People in usual image that I would be missing something important in my life because I didnt return 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 true it because my mother played both roles. I could talk to my granny about my father as she was his mother. She told that me that he took care of his appearance, and dressed-up slightly every day. She to a fault told me that he was a nice person who was quiet and thought about thing before he would act on them. I realized th at I have most of those trusty qualities....