Personal Narrative: My Journey To Florida

One morning a long time ago, my mom woke me up early. “It’s time to go,” she said. Go, go where I asked? “Today, we are moving to Florida,” she said. My big brown eyes began to fill up with hot salty tears. I don’t want to go, I said over and over again. You and your sibling are going to be moving to Florida with me. Again, I cried aloud, I don’t want to go. Who will take care of me? Where will I sleep? And what will I eat and drink? Consequently, all of my pleas for mercy to reside longer with my daddy was ignored, and apparently fell on deaf ears. With tears streaming down my face, I still remember being on my bent knees looking outside the rear window of the car. I saw my daddy standing in the backdrop. I couldn’t tell what his demeanor was. Was he fortunate that we were leaving, or was he unhappy to see us go? I don’t know. My wave’s elicited a correspondingly wave in return. Furthermore, we lived on a
In addition, to leaving behind my home, my friends, my school, my classmates, I am leaving behind my daddy the man that have loved me and showed me love unconditionally from the very beginning. What am I suppose to do? He is the only daddy I know, and have known all of my life. How long will I be gone, before it is possible for me to return home again? Moreover, the feelings and emotions that ran through me, made me feel as though life is not fair, and I have not been dealt a hand that is working for me.
Notwithstanding, my daddy and I spent some good quality times together. The memories that we created together have proven to be invaluable in my life. Even though he has been gone for more than 30 years, thoughts of him that I have stored away in my mind will be with me until the day I die. As my daddy he demonstrated love in a ways that wasn’t superficial. The love he showed wasn’t covered up with designer clothes, pursues, shoes and Broadway