Personal Narrative: My Meatloaf

I had always loved my dad’s meatloaf. It was one of my favorite meals, and I always asked him to make it often. Some days, I would come home from school and my dad would say “I’m making your favorite food for supper!” My mood would instantly better no matter what kind of day I had. He has a special touch to his meatloaf; a kind of touch that makes his stick out from any other meatloaf I’ve ever had. Maybe I’m being bias, but I’ve never tried a meatloaf recipe that was better than my dad’s. One night, my dad made his wonderful meatloaf. Like usual, I ate my fair share including seconds, and thirds, and maybe even fourths. I felt great after eating, and proceeded on with may usual night and did some homework before heading to bed. While I was