Personal Narrative: Can Words Make A Difference?

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Its 12 a.m. and I still couldn’t seem to shut my eyes nor get over the anger, that’s constantly compressing against my chest. I could feel a knot in my throat as I was trying my hardest not to cry, tossing and turning like every other night with the same questions running through my head, how different would it be if I didn’t have you by my side. Would it even make a difference? In a picture perfect life you would be the one to hold me tight and tell me everything would be okay. You would be the one to wipe my tears off my face. You would be the one I could go to and talk to about anything. You would be… you would be… you would be a lot of things, but you weren’t. Growing up with an abrasive father, defines the world I come from. The word…show more content…
My father never really said much, but when he did his words were either sarcastic or discouraging. It was always a “you should off done better,” “you never listen,” or “you act like you know better.” I hardly ever spoke to him because he always carried some sense of negatively, that made me feel anger towards him after speaking to him. Our relationship was so weak that, I always felt scared opening up to him or even simply just asking a question, because he always responded saying something that would put me down. He would even sometimes say,” Why are you asking me, you always do what you want anyways and don’t take me in count,” because I would always preferred to speak to my mother. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to open up to him, but he just always made it impossible to speak to him. I simply preferred…show more content…
I said to myself, “No more sleepless nights! No more tears! I’m done with this!” No matter how discouraging my father’s words may be, I was no longer going to let him lower my self-esteem. I knew for a fact, that I was doing everything I needed to do; school was my first priority and all I ever wanted was to succeed in having a wonderful future. Although, I might not have been the perfect child, I was only a kid in the process of learning and made mistakes here and there, but in the end they were all a lesson. My father’s silence and lack of support transformed me into being independent. As of now, I’ve become the bigger person in our relationship, making the first step to strength it. I’m no longer sacred to open up to him, I tell him everything. Now I even go to him first instead of my mother, unlike the past were I won’t even have a simple conversation with him. That simple silence that once drove me insane now became my key to becoming

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