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Everything always has to come to an end, but everyone wonders why. That’s what I thought every time I had to leave my dad. **// Just like the way peanut butter and jelly go together so does being with your family. //** Every time I leave from him it’s as if a part of me has stayed behind with him. Leaving isn’t the hardest part. Saying good-bye is. For the Christmas of 2009 I had went to visit my dad. I was really excited being able to get out of school early and just spend the time with my dad and other family members. I left happy as ever and didn’t want the break to end. We did everything that I could think of and more. Things were great and just kept getting better. When I first got to Oklahoma my dad had taken me to get something to eat and then to the house to surprise my younger siblings**//. Of course like regular black people we went to Churches Chicken and had well, chicken. //**We talked about some of things that were going to happen while I was there. When we got to the house my dad went through the garage and had me go through to the front door. **// I rang the doorbell and banged on the door like I was the cop. My little brother came to the front door and looked very shocked. His eyes went as wide as a fat guy bout to eat at a buffet. When I walked in my little sister saw me and jumped on me like I was her man //**. Even though the kids had school the next day they stayed up for about an hour with me, and had enjoyed the time they got to spend with their sister. The next day while the kids were at school my dad, stepmom, and I had went to the mall. We went in the mall and acted a whole fool. **// My dad and stepmom acted like they were a bunch of teenagers. //** When we would see people that look a mess one of us three had something to say. We had fun at the mall and things just kept getting better. We usually go bowling a lot and when we went my dad and I had started making a lot of bets. He said in his exact words**// ,” If you and Mrs. Lisa beat me I’ll give you both $5 and if you beat me the next game I’ll give you both $10 the next game.” //** Of course we took that bet and let me just say I went home a good $10 dollars richer. A few days before Christmas had came I had went out and went shopping with my stepmom for everybody. I had bought my little brother a small basketball court with a ball, my little sister got a spray from bath and body (she thinks she’s grown.), I got my stepmom some things from bath and body as well, and I bought my dad a pool table (it was the one that goes on an actual table). When Christmas day came we had opened our gifts based on youngest to oldest. When my turn came up I was extremely shocked with things I got. I got to a present that was a little heavy and when I opened it it turned out to be a case of red bull! They thought I would think it was funny and knew I was addicted. I love the things I got and then went in the kitchen to help cook. Even though it was just the immediate family we still had a lot of food. I had even baked a marble cake with chocolate icing on it. Every night we had sort of made a tradition. We watched movies and would start them after 10 or 11 o’clock. We watched all sorts of movies and made sure we waited to it was very late to watch the horror movies. In the last 3 weeks I was there I watched Avatar, Alvin and the Chipmunks the Squeakal, Paranormal Activity (which wasn’t scary at all L ), Orphan (the little girl was crazy as hell), I Can Do Bad All Bye Myself (it made me laugh and cry then laugh again.), Precious (I cried and screamed at the t.v.) Law Abiding Citizen (which was really good and took place in Philly.) District 9 (it was retarded), and a lot more I can’t even think of the names. The weeks had flew bye and the only thing I really started to think about was the fact that soon I’ll be back in Philly and I will be happy but I’ll miss my dad a lot. The closer the date got the more I felt like a part of my life was about to be torn away. I didn’t want to cry again but I knew it would have to happen. The night before I left I had played my dad in PS3 for the last time. Of course I won but only the first game out of many more we played. We made the best of that night and then I realized I had to pack. I stayed up until about 3 in the morning packing, and watching movies, and I had to be up by 5 o’clock. My dad had woken me at a quarter to 5. I was exhausted but I still got up. We got up and got dressed in silence. When I was ready to go I gave my little brother and sister a kiss and was about to start crying. I quickly got out the house and grabbed a red bull as well. I ended up falling asleep in the car and it was just a silent ride. When we arrived I didn’t want to leave but I had to remember that I had a lot of things to look forward to. **// When they announced that my plane was ready to board. I got up my eyes got watery and I felt a huge lump in my throat //**. As soon as I wrapped my hand around my dad’s waist I broke into tears. I just couldn’t control myself. He tried to get me to smile and I just couldn’t do it. As I walked away from my dad some old lady asked me if that was my husband like an ass. I looked at her and said that’s my dad and she felt really retarded. She even tried to play of by saying well he looks very young. On the plane I just stared out the window and remembered how much fun I had with him. I eventually fell asleep and was awoken when we had made our first stop. I called my dad when I was in Chicago and once again I got the **// lump in my throat. I felt like a frog and could barely speak //**. I told him I was fine and just a little tired. When I finally got back in Philly I felt like I was back home and where I felt I needed to be. I was extremely happy when I saw my brother. Having to go back and forth between parents taught me that even if you don’t like your dad but he’s close by you don’t be scared to make things better, because once he’s gone it’s hard to try and see him. I should know that from experience because I love my dad and the most time I can see him is for about 2½ or maybe 3 months (if I’m lucky). I know people who’s father lives close to them and yet they won’t even see them and it better be for a reason if that’s the case. Having one parent in your life isn’t bad but when you and that parent don’t get along with each other as much as you should that other parent is all ways there. I also learned throughout living this little piece of hell in my life that I have to treasure the moments that I have with my dad. Even though he wasn’t always in the same house he was always just a phone call away. And I love my dad so much