Personal Narrative: My Father's Relationship In New England

The chilly, crisp New England fall breeze stung my face as I approached my family's modest home. The sun was just beginning to dip below the trees, as I snuck in the sturdy door to the house, which swung open with a slow squeak. I was grateful to feel the wave of heat flush over me and heard the familiar crackle of wood in the fireplace.
"Hello dear dinner's almost done if you wouldn't mind setting the table for me." My mom asked ducking out from the other room. My mother is an elegant, hard-working woman and she loved me and my father immensely. I sat down at the dinner table ready to discuss the events of the day with my parents. My father sat down at the table. He is a big heavy set man, who had an air of confidence around him that demanded the respect of others.
"How was your day?" My father asked me in a gruff voice.
"The usual, and you?" I asked, curious as to find out about my father's day. I was especially excited to hear from my father if the rumors I heard in town today concerning a new British act were true. As a well respected member of our tight knit community, my father was deeply involved in the politics surrounding the local issues, as well as more significant issues involving the colonies relations to Britain.
If we don’t who knows how far this will go. I have already talked to some of the men in town and brainstormed some ideas to fight back. We have decided to try and galvanize the newspapers to print messages to resist the stamp act. In addition to that, we will rally support and petition the king. Just before the meeting adjourned we received news by horseback that a freshly formed group in Boston called the Sons of Liberty are planning to take immediate action by forcing the stamp tax collectors to resign and they are encouraging others to take similar action. Regardless of what happens, I fear this act is only the beginning and if we want to retain our freedoms and opportunities all of us will be forced to take