One Day Well Research Paper

I remember the day well. I was just finished with school for the year and sitting on the front step, the top half of me laying back on the porch, just staring. I was thinking about the small house my mother worked so hard for us to get and keep. We lived in row housing just outside Juneau Alaska. All of the houses were small and I always thought to myself, “Is this the life I am destined for?” My mind wondered as I looked up at the clouds and squinted because of the sun. There were other kids, younger than me running up and down the gravel road. They were hitting a wiffle ball with sticks. It was some sort of game they created. I knew they were brother and sister, close in age because I watched them go in and out of their little house with
I was confused, scared, and happy all at the same time. I went in and asked my mom what I should do. She told me to think long and hard about it and the decision was mine to make. She said I was growing up and at the age of 14 I needed to start thinking on my own, and she would back me with whatever I decided. That night I had trouble sleeping. On one hand I was mad, on the other I was excited. I had never been on a commercial cod boat which would be awesome. It was the other hand that was holding me back; should I trust the man that left me and my mother so many years ago. It was definitely a hard call to make. Just as the first few rays of sun started to poke over the horizon I decided to try it. The day my dad came to get me for the trip I panicked. I was super confused and thought maybe I made the wrong decision. I looked to my mom for help, she was good to me and helped me talk through things. This time was different, she told me I made a decision and I should stick to what I decided. She told me maybe I would like it, maybe you could find common ground. She told me people change and maybe I could have an adventure and some