I knew I wanted to write about my dad when the assignment was described and so I was searching for the reasons on why I look up to my dad so much. He has done so much for us and I realize this now that I am older but I thought to myself “how did I know this at such a young age?” As far as I can remember my dad has always been a hardworking individual and I remember when I was younger he would always be so busy with work that we didn’t exactly see him as often as we would have wanted to. I feel like I am kind of excluding my mom here but don’t get me wrong I love my mom very much as well but there is something about that distancing that drew me closer to him. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder and in my case I can absolutely agree with this statement. Because my dad was always booked with work during the week, the weekend was the time in which we came together as a family to spend quality time together.
I remember a specific scene in my childhood that I will never forget and that I always seem to talk about when I reminisce on the good old times. On Saturday mornings my dad would get up extra early and buy some delicious homemade tamales from the lady that would sell them in her little puestesito across the street from our apartment complex. He would bring them home with all of us eagerly waiting to munch into the warm goodness. And what would make it even 100 times the better was the soothing pitter patter of the light shower outside and our home filled with the dewy smell of the rain. If you could only smell that aroma! It is one of my fondest memories of scent. The tamales would be passed around the table once, twice, three times until none remained. The windows fogged up as steam overflowed from my chocolate caliente. I don’t even recall what we spoke of but only that there was complete peace and joy in that place. Yes, the tamales, chocolate and rain made the setting perfect but without my dad there that bliss that we had around the table would have been nonexistent. We all rejoiced in taking time to appreciate that our dad was home.
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Diana that such a nice post! I absolutely agree with you when you say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Your dad was probably working so hard to support the family he loved and even though he was gone most of the week, it seemed to just make your weekends even more special. I loved the way you described the tamales and chocolate and the sound of the rain. I had such a happy image in my head when reading your post! I could pretty much envision the scene of your family all piled around the table laughing and eating and talking about everything. It was beautiful! Great job!
ReplyDeleteI loved reading about your memory of your dad and I definitely enjoyed the way in which you brought some of your culture into your writing with the description of the food and the Spanish in which you incorporated into your text...awesome! I hope to learn more about you and your family during the semester :)
ReplyDeleteIt's hard finding specific moments that show us why we look up to our parents... we just feel it in our hearts, right! Great description in the last paragraph. Just be sure to read it over a few times because there are a few grammatical things. Thanks for sharing that memory. I can really sense your love and sentimentality in your writing.
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