My Father

Throughout my life many people have come and gone influencing me in many ways. However, one person has gone and influenced me a great deal, my father. He didn’t influence me like one might think. My father influenced me to not be the I’m not proud of my father; even some of my best friends don’t even know the story of my father. My family and I left my father when I was nine years old.
. The last thing I wanted was to be like my father. It is because of him I am a good person today.
Ever since I was young, I can remember my parents fighting when us kids went to bed. I would see my mother crying some days when he wa...