Personal Narrative-Step Dad

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Im 8 years old sitting in the back seat of my mom 's 2002 Grey Mitsubishi Galant, our radio had been stolen so it 's dead silent in the car. Im sitting next to my little brother that was 2 at the time and we’re both too young to understand what was going on but i knew something was wrong. My Mom and Stepdad kept whispering to each other and my Step Dad kept looking at the rearview mirror. After he had looked at it a couple times, that 's when i started to to turn around too. All i saw was a black truck behind us, it was so big that i couldn 't see what car was behind it. At that moment he said “they 've been following us since we dropped off your mom” all i could think was “who is they ?” “why are they following us?” and “are they in the black …show more content…

My step dad steps out of the car arms in the air and 5 guys run out of the truck, grab his arms, and throw him to the ground, kicking him, spitting on him and screaming for joy because they caught him. The infamous “they” that i was asking about to myself were the police and all i wondered was “why are they kicking him and spitting on him?” and “Why are they treating him so poorly?”. My initial reaction was to scream at the top of my lungs for them to stop, because even though we had our differences, he was still the only father figure in my life. My yelling instantly drew the attention to my mother that was in the passenger seat trembling, they told her to shut me up and proceeded to talk about how her license plate was suspended. My attention focused back to my step dad that was getting told his miranda rights, while another cop was happy as can be saying “we finally caught the motherfucker”. This is when i realized that my stepdad was getting arrested and even though i was young i knew exactly …show more content…

My stepfather has gone through a lot but through it all he always seems to pull through. He’s always wanted me to be the best i can be “a bad motherfucker” as he says in his words and it has really shaped me in the kind of person that I became. Watching him while I was growing up he never took no as an answer and I inherited that, he does this thing that if you don 't answer the phone the first time he calls you, he’ll call you like five more times till you pick up and it 's so annoying but i love how much of a persistent person he is. I’ve become a lot like him and even though we fight so much I think the reason that we do fight is because we are so alike. He is the only father figure in my life and i respect him so much for stepping up and helping my mother raise me when he didn 't have too. Thanks to him and my mother of course i bought my first car all by myself. He was the one that pushed me to apply for jobs and when i finally got my first job i was so happy to be getting paid even if it was just minimum wage. I pushed myself in this job to become more than just a minimum wage employee and i became a supervisor in training and i would like to keep moving