Journal+6+-+Narrative

A difficult time in my life was when my dad got in a car accident when I was at a sleepover. I was quite young at the time. It wasn't a serious accident, he wasn't hurt and only needed a hospital checkup, but it was still tragic. My mom picked me up from my friend's house and said that my dad's been in a car accident. Later that day my I had a baseball and saw my dad since the accident for the first time. He looked like he had been up all night, and was dehydrated. I gave him my water, and he drank it graciously as if it was his only water in two years. That night we watched CSI as a family, that was his favorite show at the time, and we thought that it would cheer him up some. It was about 12:00 at night, and my mom went up to bed, but my dad wanted the 3 of us boys to watch with him. We ended up watching to 2:00. When we went up to bed, we went back down and watched until 4:00. During that time, he told us how much we meant to him, and I’ll never forget this time. A tradition that we have in my family that was established circa 1960 (or somewhere around that time) is having spaghetti every Sunday, and we’ve done this for as long as I can remember. I recall when I first learned the secret ingredient to the sauce that everyone in my family knows. Well, everyone except my brother Anthony. Anyway, I found it out when I walked in on the mixing of the secret concoction. It was always a mystery until then. And now this is all I can write because time is up.