The Hardest Lesson
The year two thousand eight was the hardest year of my life, the year I lost the one thing that meant the most to me and the one thing that could never be replaced. It all started with an argument with my father I was fourteen at the time and was hard-headed and arrogant. I thought I could make my own money to help support the family; my father had been laid off of work the year before. When he found this out he was furious with me, he didn’t understand why I would do such a thing. All I was trying to do was help him. He said I was becoming a monster and I replied “If I am so bad why don’t you just send me to juvenile?” he said “That can be arranged!” out of pain and anger I screamed “I knew you were a crazy old fool!” he looks hurt and looks at my with a grim face and says “Get out of my sight,” so I leave and go to my room I start thinking about what just happened. I couldn’t believe what I just said; it came out of my mouth like something was pushing it out from the inside. I wanted to say I’m sorry but I thought it best if I let everything calm down. Later, when he came out of his room he didn’t want to talk to me so we ate dinner in silence. I loved my dad I didn’t mean those words at all and if I could take them back I would but those words had struck him in his heart, I could see it. A few days later he told me I was leaving for California to live with my sister. Apparently she was going to try to straighten me out or something, I didn’t really give it any thought because I knew in my heart I wasn’t just taking risks for my own sake, I was trying to help. A few times I would offer him money, but he refused. He said, “God will provide; I have no need for it,” I knew better so I would take his wallet at night and put the money in there, he would ask me about it in the morning and I would just shrug my shoulders and walk away. The day my sister came to pick me up she had us meet at a restaurant because she was hungry after...
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