All my life my mother has taught me that family is an important detail to life. A simple idea, that seems flawless, yet ironic when you never had a dad. Luckily for me, at the age of 12 the term dad began to have some meaning.
It all started in late August when my mom took me to see her new boyfriend; but that’s not the moment I want to focus on so we are going to fast forward to a date I have long forgotten. It must have been months after my mom and her new boyfriend Shawn had been dating, when for the first time she left us alone with him. Although I cannot remember the date, I can certainly remember the incident perfectly, at least the important stuff.
I remember that Shawn was driving me and my brother, Brock, somewhere and looking out through the side window, not seeing much except the occasional street light and car passing by being eaten by the darkness as the sun set. When out of no where he started talk about how he loved my mom and liked spending time with her. I tuned out, for some reason I wasn’t paying attention too much, and I honestly think that my brother was to excited by the fact that he had called shotgun leaving me in the back seat alone, to pay attention either. Then what Shawn was saying caught my attention, “When we go home I’ll set some ice cream on fire so you can eat it. Also, I was wondering if I could Marry your mother?” I could tell that he knew that we weren’t paying too much attention to what he had to say , therefore he used the words ice cream and fire to catch my attention before hitting me with a question. Me and Brock quickly looked at each other and instantly I could tell that he was thinking the same thing as me.
“Heck yes” we both yelled. You see the years before we never really had a dad just two fathers who would never even think about asking us such a question, so for him even asking meant an instant yes. He also kept sort of kept his word about the ice cream. He had difficulty igniting the ice cream, and never even came close, but at least he tried. That was the one thing that I really like about my now dad, he would always try no matter how ridiculous the claim. Even when he said he would become my dad.
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Great story about your "now" Dad!- just a few word jumbles in the 3rd to last paragraph... such as "to" versus "too"... little things like that. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteGood story and what a great memory! Got confused a little bit throughout the story because of run on sentences. Maybe use more punctuation to separate some of your thoughts. All around great job!
ReplyDeleteInteresting story. I would appreciate any guy that asked before just doing. The only comment I can really make is to be sure to check for grammatical/punctuational/spelling errors. I was confused a couple times throughout the story because of it. But otherwise, nice job.
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