This was an awful, windy, and cold day when my dad received a call from his brother letting him know that his mother had just died. The voice of my dad scared all of us, but little did we know what my dad was going to tell us what he had just heard. It was a couple of years ago, when my grandma died, from my dad’s side of the family. My dad just came and told me and my mom and my three little brothers; my brothers were young and didn’t really understand on how this was going to impact on my dad.
It was our first time seeing my dad cry, so I was feeling sad and miserable. When I was talking to him I felt peculiar, as if he wanted me out of the way. In fact, I think almost everyone in my family felt neglected. We tried to cheer him up, but it still didn’t work. My brothers and I were very surprised and shocked by his behavior. My mom was the only one who was sympathetic and gave him some space. I guess that’s all what he wanted just some space.
Later on the week, we had friends and family members come over at our house and ate food and prayed. On the other hand, I still can’t believe that it was my dad crying, MY DAD!
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i like that u described what was happening with your story. but i think u need some figures of speech.
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