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When I
think of my father?
by S. Groves
Story 1018
What do I think of when I think of my father? When I was a baby, Dad used
to keep me in my basinette next to him while he had his morning coffee. I
was his companion in the mornings while mom was at work, and to this day, I have
learned to be a "morning" person. When I grew up a bit more, I
learned to try to be his helper. I think of thrusting my little hands into
soft, moist soil to capture worms for his fishing trips in early mornings.
I did not usually go with him, however, I loved to go outside and find worms for
him. I remember how great his fried fish would be he he returned home from
those trips with plenty from his adventure and how he would clean and cook the
fish for us. I also think of his famous homemade german noodles, the
recipe came from his mother. I would never be able to order these noodles
from a restaurant, it wouldn't be the same. I think of german chocolate
cake, twizzlers and cigarettes, the favorites he loves and enjoys. I think
of more serious memories, too. I remember that he never missed a day of
work, the person who tought me what responsability is and what it means. I
remember hearing him cry at night when he was awaiting a heart transplant, but
he never cried in front of his kids. He is the person that taught me about
courage, and what it means to be brave. I remember how his face beamed
with pride as I was crowned homecoming queen during high school. He taught
me to be proud of who I am, where I have come from, but to be humble in my
accomplishments. My father has guided me, taught me, allowed me to lean on
him when I needed it, and has let go of me when when it was time for me to try
it on my own. Without him, I would be very lost today. For all you
have given me, helped me with, and taught me throught the years, dad, thank you.
I love you.
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