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Tarryn Averill
Slice of Life
May 26, 2008
I don’t have any events that were real “bonding” moments with any of family. I was always with my Grandma’ or aunt because my parents weren’t in the best of situations at the time of me growing up. But there is one thing that happened to me when I was little that I will always remember.
It was just a normal weekend day except for the fact that my best friend who live on the First floor of the same apartment complex as us was sick. My older brother was running around with his friends and my younger brother was to small to play with at the time.
So with nothing better to do I decided to read a children’s book. I heard my father calling my name. I can’t remember why I thought I was trouble but I just remember panicking at the thought of being punished so I did the first thing I could think of. I pretended to be sleeping. I didn’t know what to do or if I should say anything I just laid there waiting. Waiting for what I don’t know but what he did in those few moments have had to been one of the most happiest moments in my life. My dad didn’t do anything Spectacular of splendiferous; all he did was tuck me in, Kiss my forehead, and said “I love you…”
I don’t know what he was thinking in that moments or why he was calling my name in the first place. I’m also sure that if I mentioned this event to him he would say that he didn’t remember it and just joke it off. In my heart that is the one event in my life that I treasure the most.
Slice of Life
May 26, 2008
I don’t have any events that were real “bonding” moments with any of family. I was always with my Grandma’ or aunt because my parents weren’t in the best of situations at the time of me growing up. But there is one thing that happened to me when I was little that I will always remember.
It was just a normal weekend day except for the fact that my best friend who live on the First floor of the same apartment complex as us was sick. My older brother was running around with his friends and my younger brother was to small to play with at the time.
So with nothing better to do I decided to read a children’s book. I heard my father calling my name. I can’t remember why I thought I was trouble but I just remember panicking at the thought of being punished so I did the first thing I could think of. I pretended to be sleeping. I didn’t know what to do or if I should say anything I just laid there waiting. Waiting for what I don’t know but what he did in those few moments have had to been one of the most happiest moments in my life. My dad didn’t do anything Spectacular of splendiferous; all he did was tuck me in, Kiss my forehead, and said “I love you…”
I don’t know what he was thinking in that moments or why he was calling my name in the first place. I’m also sure that if I mentioned this event to him he would say that he didn’t remember it and just joke it off. In my heart that is the one event in my life that I treasure the most.