Bad Father Essay

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As I sat there in my room in tears I could not get the cruel, harsh words out of my head. No matter what I tried to do they continued playing in my head like an endless record. Minutes just before the fight everything in my life was perfectly serene. I never envisioned my very own father saying those words to my face or ever putting a hand on me. My father never used to be like this. I always remembered him as a loving, kind, human being who would never say anything hurtful. Over the past year he slowly changed into a man of anger and aggression. I wish I had my old father back. The one who was always there for me no matter what. I lost my best friend. Instead of making me smile with joy, he makes me cry with pain. He stumbles carelessly into the house every night, thinking that my mother and I do not hear him. I never in my life thought this would happen to my family. My head throbs harder and harder as I think about the way his hand hit my face. The image of his face is what scared me the most. That image remains and forever will remain in my head. He looked like a monster, his face red from the anger in his veins. I remember as he hit me the pain slowly spread throughout my body as I dropped down to my knees. The tears flowed down my face as I ran upstairs into my room looking for an escape. I locked the door behind me hoping he wouldn’t come in here. I felt so alone and forgotten. What happened to my old father? Where was he? The person looking me in eyes isn’t
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