Prompt: Our relationships with others define who we are.
A day to be forgotten
Sunday,September 3rd, 2000
I wake up in excitement, today was a special day, not a special day for myself like my birthday, but a day that brings a smile to my face, Father's day. You see Father's day is a big day, this is because my parents are divorced, and so I live with my mum, this means I hardly see my dad. But today is different, I get to go over to his house and spend the whole day with him. I can't wait to see him, I've been excited the last two days. You see at my primary school, every year, before Father's or Mother's day, we get to create cards for them and the school also arranges a little ...view middle of the document...
I start to write “Happy Father’s day” in the middle of the page. Then “Dear Dad, I love you.” I stopped and looked, it was too empty, I added “Have a great day”. I draw a picture of my dad and I in the park with a smiling sun on the opposite side of my message. #
My dad arrives at my house at 11 o’clock, the door bell rang and I got so excited that I jumped up from my bed and ran to the door.
I yell out, “Dad’s here!” and it echoed through the house.
“Let’s go Seth.”
I picked up my bag and went with him to the car, running in front of him through the drive way. I was so excited. When we were in the car I thought about giving him his presents now, but I decided to wait. The car ride was quick and we shortly arrived to his house. I ran to the front door and almost tripped, dad pretended not to see. When we were inside I opened my bag and surprise him with the presents. Dad opened my card, surprised by all the colours, and I saw his eyes light up.
# In school earlier I lined up from outside the gym waiting to buy his present. There were rumours from the kids ahead about the presents being sold quickly, but I knew exactly what I wanted to buy. Finally I was in the gym, the room was filled with lots of kids with two stalls on either side. I was scanning the presents along both stalls as the kids pushed and shoved to get in first. As I was nudged in the waist, I saw it, the mug. In big bold letter it spelled “No. 1 Dad”, I grabbed it quickly, the kids were going crazy. Next was the gift wrapping, we have to go to the lady to do that, we don’t have our scissor license yet. Most of the options were just one colour, but as I searched, eventually I found the perfect one. Blue, green, red and yellow. I paid and walked outside, I was happy for what I got my dad. #
After dad reads the card, he hugs me, he’s really tall, I'm just up to his chest. I hand over the present to him. I feel good inside, I hope he likes it. My dad opened it, ripping it limb from limb. He smiles, that makes me happy. He enjoys having me around, we barely see each other.
Sunday, September 2nd 2001
My alarm rings, I barely wake up, I'm so tired, why should I get up? Today is a horrible day, Father's day, why is there such a holiday....