Being Just Like My Father

Everyone dreams of a day like his father. When he saw his father and saw his exact duplicate he could only dream of that day. Sometimes, I can imagine that I grew up like my father. He is the most responsible, trustworthy, sincere and diligent person I have ever met. He is truly grumpy and will not be rushing absolutely, but no one is perfect. I do not think I can ask for a better father.

My story begins with my father. His name is Jean D. Johnson Senior. I like being called Jean. Like my father. My mother wants a junior, that is the way I named my father. My father and I are always best friends. My heart and pain hurts if I have to leave one day or more when I am young. My father and I have a season ticket. How nice. Besides that, my family and my father did not tell me that my father had diabetes. Even if I do not exist, they do not want to worry about me. In 1982, my father conducted three cardiac surgeries. The result is very good. But before surgery, the doctor came to my sisters, brothers, and me.

Several weeks after her death, my father left the war quickly. I did not know how much damage this brought to me. It is not only my father who messed me thousands of miles apart, but it is ashamed of generations like the domino effect. He began the war after he lost his mother. To be honest, he has already left before the plane leaves the runway. I will start to nightmares every night. They usually include destruction and death: war, shooting, stabbing, suicide and natural disasters. I began to have an emotional burden on the surrounding people I did as much as I could to all people and everyone as I began to absorb the negative energy of others. The world around me is chaotic and confused. These problems are in my teenage and I will finally be reflected in the work of my nurse among adults.