Daddy is Here
A reflective essay..
I wanted to break out of line and run to him, but I couldn’t. I followed the line out of the auditorium. Daddy wouldn’t know how to find me. He would never know how I felt about him coming.
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At age fourteen, I received a letter saying I was invited to be inducted into the honor society. That was the good news. There was even better news to come though I didn’t know it as I read the letter. In two weeks, there would be an induction ceremony in front of the entire school and visitors.
”They want our parents to come,” I said excitedly to my mother, who was bed-ridden at the time. She was pregnant and was having complications. So the doctor put her on bed rest.
during this time, I was responsible for helping daddy run the house. I cooked, cleaned and helped with my younger sister. And I had to keep up with my own school work, piano and band practice. I looked at my mother lying helplessly in the bed, then suddenly realized no one was coming to my ceremony.
“I’ll go get dinner on,” I said then left my mother’s side. I cried softly to myself as I poured oil into the deep fryer. It wasn’t fair. I worked hard, got good grades and there would be no one there to celebrate with me. I switched the deep fryer on, then battered the chicken. I poured five cups of frozen Lia beans into a boiler of water, then switched the burner on under them. I whipped up cornbread batter, then placed it into the hot oven. I placed the battered chicken into the deep fryer one piece at a time. dinner was on the table in thirty minutes.
