The Death of my Father Essay -- Autobiography Essay, Personal Narrative

Everyone has milestone days in his/her life that change the direction of his/her life for relegate or worse. Let me tell you one of my experiences that I will never forget from when I was 12 years old. It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the nates and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I nowadays went to my daddys house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt up worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was however a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body offend to see him dying, and I to ok his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, Daughters go to auntie...