A Narrative Of A Homeless Person

In my yellow gown and cap, I felt crushed by an invisible force that I almost collapsed upon entering the Intensive Care Unit. Then I heard Mom’s quivering voice and saw her tear- stained face, “Gloria, what are we going to do without your father?” Just two years before when I had turned 14, my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor that impaired his vision and movement. Without the operation, the doctors predicted about an additional of 6 months of life. However, he took all the risks because he knew that my mom needed him to grow old and I needed him to grow up. This major operation took away his ability to speak. When I visited him, he continued to be the unselfish father he always was, comforting me, although wordlessly, through his forced smiles and discouraged eyes. Tears incessantly streamed down my face, but I didn’t know how to feel. …show more content…
When I started piano lessons, my dad was always by my side. He was a frugal person, never shopping for himself or buying anything expensive. He did most of his spending at the Dollar Store. However, he was willing to pay for my lessons every month. After working 12 long hours as a manager, he came home exhausted every day and spent the majority of the night on the sofa in front of the television. Regardless, he drove me to every single competition and sat through two hour recitals just to hear me play. When I was onstage performing on the piano bench, he never failed to smile with contentment and