The Psalms and Contemporary Music Research Assignment (Essay Sample)

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Narrative Essay: The Relationship with my Father
The relationship between a father and his children is said to have a tremendous impact on the children’s lives according to researchers of sociology. I remember when I was 13 and my brother Allan 7, we were left alone at home as my father had gone to work and my mother had gone to see a sick relative. I decided to watch movies as my brother went out to play with his friends. At 1pm I went to check on him, only to find him with a water pistol in hand, wet as a drowned cat. Since it was a fairly hot day, I thought to myself "he’ll just dry out with this heat”. He said he was not hungry so I let him be and went back to continue watching my movies. He came back at 5pm looking somewhat sickly and complaining of headache. I got him some pain killers and tucked him in our parent’s bed. I continued to watch TV until my father arrived 3 hours later. I could smell the liquor in his breath as he lazily walked into the living room. He greeted me and I casually replied. He then asked "where is your brother?" I casually replied "in your bedroom, sleeping." He wandered room and after a few minutes he shouted for me to come. When I got to the room he was boiling with anger. "Your brother is sick and you couldn’t think to call me?”
I immediately grew tense, a lump forming in my throat and no words came out. My father continued "why are you so irresponsible? You are so stupid!" I started to wipe tears from my eyes. I felt ashamed and angry at the same time. I was ashamed because I had failed to follow up on Allan’s progress after I gave him the painkiller and angry because his poor state of health was now being blamed on me. I almost shouted back "It’s not my fault, dad!" but I knew this would only make matters worse. My father placed his hand on Allan’s now sweaty forehead to check his temperature. I wondered how effective this would be considering that my father was drunk. He woke him up and asked why the sleeves of his shirt were wet. At this point, I just stood there waiting to take up anything that my father would say because now Allan’s situation looked very serious. He was crying uncontrollably and I just wished I could re-start the day so that I could take better care of him.
If only I made him change his wet shirt at lunch time, maybe he would not have been this ill. My mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts now. I hated the fact that my father called me a fool. I was filled with contempt for him. I had never seen him that angry and I thought he would even hit me. He calmed Allan and changed his clothes, then told me to open the gate. I did this promptly because I just wanted it all to be over. He took Allan to the hospital and I was left in the house alone. I prayed so hard that my brother would be alright and that my father would get over his anger. They came back an hour later and Allan was made to have some supper before dad gave him some syrup. He said that he Allan would sleep with him, so he can monitor his "progress" during the night. I went to sleep i...