Creative Writing: Spreading
Worrying is all I can think about. I all wonder is if he will be okay. My father is an United States Marine who has been gone in Iraq for almost a year now. His third mission. Luckily, he has been able to return but how many more times? How longer can he dodge the bullets or not be raided by the enemy. Emma, my mother, is worse than I am. Both of us confused on what to do. Yeah, he calls every once in awhile but we cannot see his face. Missing that one person you love the most sucks.
“Jakob, go clean your room,” my mother yells but I just ignore everything she says now. Constantly yelling and never seems to care about anything. She calls in sick to work not earning money. My father isn’t getting paid very well. Even though we may not have …show more content…
He has to spend Thanksgiving across seas and away from us. There was one thing my mother and I both wanted for the holidays… my father to return home in our arms to love and hold. Hopefully he’ll return with a huge smile on his face soon. Maybe not tomorrow, next week, or maybe next month, but I know for sure he will return… hopefully. As we spend Thanksgiving with the family we always leave a chair for dad. Just to always remember he his part of the family. Christmas is fast approaching and I cannot think of anything my mother wants. We are craving for my father’s presence that we do not want anything else. “Mom what would like to open on Christmas morning?” I ask. She replies softly, “Anything you can honey, the thought is what counts.”
Searching and searching I find a few gift cards and a pair of shoes I think she will love. I run home to wrap the gifts to see my mother crying, seeing so much anger in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” replying while walking into her room and slamming the door shut. I noticed she had dropped something while leaving. A note or letter; from my dad. The letter reads:
“Honey I am sorry but once again I am not able to make it home for Christmas. Tell Jakob I love him and always remember that I love you.”
Instantly breaking into tears I hear my mother also bawling. I run into her room and sit down and just cry together. The last year has been hell not knowing the next time I will see my father’s face again, if I am able
“Jakob, go clean your room,” my mother yells but I just ignore everything she says now. Constantly yelling and never seems to care about anything. She calls in sick to work not earning money. My father isn’t getting paid very well. Even though we may not have …show more content…
He has to spend Thanksgiving across seas and away from us. There was one thing my mother and I both wanted for the holidays… my father to return home in our arms to love and hold. Hopefully he’ll return with a huge smile on his face soon. Maybe not tomorrow, next week, or maybe next month, but I know for sure he will return… hopefully. As we spend Thanksgiving with the family we always leave a chair for dad. Just to always remember he his part of the family. Christmas is fast approaching and I cannot think of anything my mother wants. We are craving for my father’s presence that we do not want anything else. “Mom what would like to open on Christmas morning?” I ask. She replies softly, “Anything you can honey, the thought is what counts.”
Searching and searching I find a few gift cards and a pair of shoes I think she will love. I run home to wrap the gifts to see my mother crying, seeing so much anger in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” replying while walking into her room and slamming the door shut. I noticed she had dropped something while leaving. A note or letter; from my dad. The letter reads:
“Honey I am sorry but once again I am not able to make it home for Christmas. Tell Jakob I love him and always remember that I love you.”
Instantly breaking into tears I hear my mother also bawling. I run into her room and sit down and just cry together. The last year has been hell not knowing the next time I will see my father’s face again, if I am able