Daddy

      Daddy walked through the door. I had been waiting for him to come home. I wanted to surprise him. I sat on the back of the couch and leaped to him as soon as he was past the threshold. I made it almost perfectly onto his back. I was a little off kilter but I grabbed onto his neck and then we fell. If I had landed perfectly on his back then he would have…

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In a Nut Shell

     

     As with anything in life, you always have to take the good with the bad. Looking back on the past twenty-three years of my existence I see how my perception of the good and the bad has basically twisted and turned and made its way to a complete three sixty.…

    We lived in apartment eight, my dad, mom, little sister and me. There were all sorts of neighbors that came and went from that little “U” shaped complex. At the age of eight, there was the red headed, somewhat chubby, and freckle faced boy next door. Jeremy, whom I played outside with almost daily since the age of five, lived in apartment seven. In apartment nine was Juanita, who I referred to as grandma. Juanita’s specialty was baking and she was amazing at it. Breads, cookies, pies,…

    The year was 1998. Life had already been changing around me, or perhaps it was just my perception of life that was changing. Maybe it was always so messed up and I was only coming to understand just how much. My mom and dad fought, but I never thought that it was abnormal because it was normal in my home. My dad would drink and then my parents would argue. My dad would become aggressive and throw things. I remember one fight in particular. I had to have been merely four years old…