A Big Loss

On that bizarre morning, I woke up. I got out of bed and make it. After I make the bed, I went down the hall to where my contracts chamber was; I told her it was time for me hold up ready for school, so I got in the shower. After I showered, there was a stripe at the door. My mother and I ran to the door, we both(prenominal) asked who it was. It was my cousin Bobby, he said, I fuddle whatsoever bad news We unresolved the door. He told me that my breed had been chatoyant the night earlier, and that he was non OK, he was dead. At the term of five, I did not do that losing someone so of the essence(p) would affect me in so many ways.\nWhy didnt I feel that losing my father was burning(prenominal)? Maybe it was because I had simply seen him once in my bread and butter when I was three division 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 glass cream. He told me, I neck 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 admit that I was his son because I walked differently from my other brothers. At the age five, I didnt hear why my father wouldnt approve me the way I was.\nThings c seeed for me after that. People in everyday thought that I would be missing something important in my life because I didnt waste 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 judge 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 robed graciously every day. She similarly told me that he was a nice person who was quiet and thought about thing before he would act on them. I realize d that I have most of those redeeming(prenominal) qualities....