Narrative Childhood Innocence Essay

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Reid 1 19 February 2013 Seeing my lifeless Dad in a casket had ripped away my childhood innocence. From that point on, I learned at a young age how harsh the world can be. On my very first PA day in grade six, my Dad and I had a great day at his work. We went out to lunch with his friends, and overall had a very fun and enjoyable day. Closer to the end of the day, I accidently broke his phone and we had to go home earlier than planned. He went upstairs in his room to talk on his phone, and I watched the television. A policeman came to the door, but my brain didn’t process why he was at my house. Later that night, I was told my Dad was in the hospital, but no further details we’re said. The next morning, my Aunt and Nana came into my room with unreadable expressions; they then proceeded to explain that my Dad had died. I remember feeling like my heart had been wrenched out of my chest. I ran from what they said with uncontrollable tears and sobs escaping my body. I did not want to hear it, nor did I believe it. I had to get away. I thought, “How could that be possible? I spent the whole day with him, and he seemed perfectly fine. He couldn’t have died. He couldn’t have left me.” Everything after that was a blur in which I am unable to remember, but the funeral I remember quite well. I had to sit through endless people giving me their condolences, but my immature eleven year old brain got repeatedly agitated. I understood they were being sympathetic and that most people don’t understand or know what to say to make it better, but there words didn’t have much effect on me. I didn’t want to be at the funeral home. Reid 2 I didn’t want to see or talk to anybody. My Dad’s death still didn’t feel real to me and it hadn’t sunken into my brain that he’s gone and he’s never coming back. I remember listening to one of my Dad’s co-worker telling me that he had a

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