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Personal Statement Draft 2
Personal Statement Draft 2
was forty-eight years old but because I was a baby, I did not know who the man was but he was
my father.
Women were wearing only a black dress and the men wear suits and a white scarf and they all
were crying. My sister was crying and she was so sad because I can read everything from her
face and my two brothers tried to make my sister calm, heard her say,“ He was the best man and
the best father.” But I did not know what she was talking about. I started to think about my
mother because she did not cry but she was so quiet. I wanted to talk to her but I did not because
when I saw my mother quite, felt something bad and I wanted to scream loud and cry then I
wanted to ask my father why my mother is but he was not there, I went to my brother and I asked
him“ Why are you all are crying, why my mother is so quiet and why is my father not here?” But
my brother did not answer my question he just said, ‘’Ummm go ask mother.” maybe she knows
My mother told me that I don’t have to ask her about my father but she said, “He is out of
the city because of work but he will be back when he finished his work.”It was summer then I
started school and I forgot everything until I turn toed eight years old but I always eat his favorite
food even though I do not like it. I thought he would be back and waited for him for almost five
years. But at school, I see all my friends with their fathers and mothers (parents) and then I feel
so jealous but I didn’t say anything but I want to ask my mother to talk to him on the phone.
It was in the morning, I was eating my breakfast with my mother. I like when my mother
cooks because her food tastes so good. When I was waiting, I asked my mom I wanted her to tell
me about my father. My mother started to remind me about my father, she said,” Do you
remember the last day you saw your father?” I said, “yes how I can forget that day, it was the last
day to see my father face but he was in the hospital and he was so tired and he can't even say my
name well.”At that time I have so hurt then my mom told me “ He can’t come over here, but you
can go to but not yet.” I said, “Why I cannot go right now?” I was so confused but she told me
with a short answer “ He is not alive, he is dead, he can’t come over here, even though we can’t
go, but we all have our time to go and never come back”
It was new news for me but I did not cry. I left my mom then walked away from her. I ask
she thought I do not know that then she read it from my face and I asked her the question again “
When I am going to meet my father?” She didn’t want to answer but I really wanted to know, so
then I get mad at her. I ask my teacher how people died and what will happen after that, she said,
“Some people die because of an accident and some people die because they were sick.” Then I
remembered the day he was in the hospital, I said,” Thank you, see you later.”
It really hurts me because I was waiting for him for a long time, five years until now. If I see
his picture, It always made me cry and remind me everything, what he did for me, for my
siblings, everything he bought for us and some of it, I still keep it. Until now I always think
about him, how I can meet him. Sometimes I see him in my dream. But now the only thing I
want is to make my dream come true and make him proud by his name. Sometimes I feel he can