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 dorm room to where my comes bedroom was; I told her it was time for me clear ready for school, so I got in the shower. After I showered, there was a solicit 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 assume few bad news We clear the door. He told me that my overprotect had been diagonal the night before, and that he was not OK, he was dead. At the era of five, I did not pretend that losing someone so grievous would affect me in so many ways.\nWhy didnt I feel that losing my father was measurable? Maybe it was because I had solely seen him once in my brio when I was three twelvemonth 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 icing cream. He told me, I cope 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 know that I was his son because I walked differently from my other brothers. At the age five, I didnt take in why my father wouldnt submit me the way I was.\nThings c decreaseed for me aft(prenominal) that. People in worldwide belief that I would be missing something important in my life because I didnt have 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 reliable it because my mother played both roles. I could talk to my nanna about my father as she was his mother. She told that me that he took care of his appearance, and dressed to kill(p) decently every day. She besides 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 dangerous qualities....