Personal Narrative: My Father
The scent of lavender was overwhelming every time grandma came to visit.
“Trust me you need me here , Addiline , Ever since your father has been sick, you’ve been slacking on everything,” she scoffed.
If the crazy bitch only knew the things I did for my father. My father was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis 21 years ago and had been getting worse ever since. His body was attacking itself, and all we could do is sit there and let it happen. When grandma came, she always showed up with bags of weird gluten free, dairy free, soy free, flavor free foods. She was convinced that everything we ate just made my fathers symptoms worse. Now, I do agree McDonald's probably made everything worse, but that was not all we ate.
She, however, refused …show more content…
He didn’t try to stop me, which was surprising. God damn it, I can’t make dad late this will be the second time this month damn Howard will have made me late, ass hole! Who is he to say I’m a liar?
I sped down the road to pick up my dad. Once I got to the house, it’s the same routine it’s always been. Walk in, go to the couch to help dad get up and walk to the car. After we got to the hospital, a nurse would pull walk up with the wheelchair to get dad and would wheel him up to the office while I parked the car.
I always hate the smell of hospitals. They always smell like old people and sadness. While my dad got his infusion, I would usually talk to his doctor for a bit. This time, when I saw him, his face didn’t look as happy as it always did. This time something was wrong, and I could tell. “Hi Addiline, please come this way,” he said as he reached out his hand to direct me to his office .
“ Is everything okay, Doctor Jensen?” I asked trying not to let him hear my voice shake.
“Please, come this way,” he
“Trust me you need me here , Addiline , Ever since your father has been sick, you’ve been slacking on everything,” she scoffed.
If the crazy bitch only knew the things I did for my father. My father was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis 21 years ago and had been getting worse ever since. His body was attacking itself, and all we could do is sit there and let it happen. When grandma came, she always showed up with bags of weird gluten free, dairy free, soy free, flavor free foods. She was convinced that everything we ate just made my fathers symptoms worse. Now, I do agree McDonald's probably made everything worse, but that was not all we ate.
She, however, refused …show more content…
He didn’t try to stop me, which was surprising. God damn it, I can’t make dad late this will be the second time this month damn Howard will have made me late, ass hole! Who is he to say I’m a liar?
I sped down the road to pick up my dad. Once I got to the house, it’s the same routine it’s always been. Walk in, go to the couch to help dad get up and walk to the car. After we got to the hospital, a nurse would pull walk up with the wheelchair to get dad and would wheel him up to the office while I parked the car.
I always hate the smell of hospitals. They always smell like old people and sadness. While my dad got his infusion, I would usually talk to his doctor for a bit. This time, when I saw him, his face didn’t look as happy as it always did. This time something was wrong, and I could tell. “Hi Addiline, please come this way,” he said as he reached out his hand to direct me to his office .
“ Is everything okay, Doctor Jensen?” I asked trying not to let him hear my voice shake.
“Please, come this way,” he