Daddy
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Write about an important time in your life…
Throughout my life I have always thought there were so many important times in my life but when I actually get the chance to write about one, the only thought that came into my head was the loss of my Daddy. Although I was only 4 and my sister 6, he still crosses our minds every day and is always in our hearts. As I only got to spend a sort time with my dad I do not seem to remember many of the memories that I shared with him but members of my family made sure I knew what type of man my father was and that he loved me and my sister very much.
The main reason I have chosen to write about my dad is because I often wonder what life would be like if my dad hadn’t been taken away from us. Even thought I was very young, losing my dad has a huge effect on my life and left me feeling very empty and hurt. Losing my dad changed my life in many ways. It has changed my home life the most as my mum brought my stepdad into my life when I was still trying to process the fact that my daddy is not coming home. When my stepdad moved in with us I used to think he was my dad, that my dad had come home, but Paul would turn around to me and say ‘im not your dad and I never will be’ this left me, being a 5 year old little girl, very confused and hurt. As I grew up I began to resent my stepdad and the way he treated me and my sister.
In 2005 my mum made the decision to go back to work part time. She would go to work on the weekends and leave me and Chelsea in the care of Paul. Even though Paul had told me on many occasions that he was not my dad he would still try to tell us what to do, and if we didn’t do as he said he would become angry and badmouth my dad or even become violent with us. He doing this to me just made me long for my dad to come back even more than I already did.
When I think about my daddy still being here, I think about how different my life would be. I wouldn’t be the person I am today, I would of always been my daddy’s...
Throughout my life I have always thought there were so many important times in my life but when I actually get the chance to write about one, the only thought that came into my head was the loss of my Daddy. Although I was only 4 and my sister 6, he still crosses our minds every day and is always in our hearts. As I only got to spend a sort time with my dad I do not seem to remember many of the memories that I shared with him but members of my family made sure I knew what type of man my father was and that he loved me and my sister very much.
The main reason I have chosen to write about my dad is because I often wonder what life would be like if my dad hadn’t been taken away from us. Even thought I was very young, losing my dad has a huge effect on my life and left me feeling very empty and hurt. Losing my dad changed my life in many ways. It has changed my home life the most as my mum brought my stepdad into my life when I was still trying to process the fact that my daddy is not coming home. When my stepdad moved in with us I used to think he was my dad, that my dad had come home, but Paul would turn around to me and say ‘im not your dad and I never will be’ this left me, being a 5 year old little girl, very confused and hurt. As I grew up I began to resent my stepdad and the way he treated me and my sister.
In 2005 my mum made the decision to go back to work part time. She would go to work on the weekends and leave me and Chelsea in the care of Paul. Even though Paul had told me on many occasions that he was not my dad he would still try to tell us what to do, and if we didn’t do as he said he would become angry and badmouth my dad or even become violent with us. He doing this to me just made me long for my dad to come back even more than I already did.
When I think about my daddy still being here, I think about how different my life would be. I wouldn’t be the person I am today, I would of always been my daddy’s...