Daddy Book Report

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Personal Essay
Allyssa Ashline
English day 1 12
It was a Sunday evening around 6 o'clock or so, one of the many Sunday evenings where I
would cruise around with my father in the car. Though this wasn't just any ordinary Sunday
sightseeing excursion with dad. We stopped at a red light, and without much enthusiasm
observed the pedestrians. A woman, as she walked, fixed the white lacey gossamer slip of
her dress. It dragged out of her skirt, obviously making her feel self-conscious. A short,
stubby man with an overbearing gut was nonchalantly picking his nose as he ogle the lady
adjusting her slip. He stared at her, as though undressing her with his eyes.

I looked at my father, who was looking right back at me. We both laughed. Being only 8
years old, I was at an age where I found everything hilarious. The very fact that my
father and I were looking at the same scene and probably both thinking how perverted the
man seemed made me laugh hysterically. My dad continued to drive. I kept gazing at the
scenery of the city, as the sun started to set and the darkness took over. Our little
sightseeing trip was over, or so I thought.

I was so used to the same path we went through, that when my father made an unaccustomed
turn, it made me suspicious. I refrained myself from asking him where we were going
because his usual reply would be, "Don't worry about it, don't ask where you're going, its
where I take you okay".

I had to admit it was an unfamiliar, but enchanting view. I had my window all the way
down, with the reflection of the side mirror in my face. The wind blew, as the luminous
setting sun mirrored back rays of light. With each reflection, I narrowly squinted my eyes
and continued to marvel at this picturesque interaction of color and beauty. Being in the
month of October, one can imagine the colorful setting that was before me. Beautiful,
vibrantly colored decayed autumn leaves sprang from the limbs of the trees. The aroma of
crispy, dried up leaves embraced my nose. These exuberant, withered leaves captivated my
vision and olfactory senses, as though I had nothing else to admire. Beauties of nature
that so often people, including myself, tend to ignore.

Suddenly, my father stopped the car. In front of a deteriorated, run-down house,
indicating abandonment. It stood two stories high, brownish-red exterior with a few steps
before a wide wooden porch leading to the front door. The door consisted of a rich
maple-like wood into an endless pattern, with two long columns of crystal clear glass."
Daddy why'd we stop? Who lives in this ugly old house?" I asked. "A friend of mine that I
came to pick up", he coldly replied. As though trying to avoid my eyes. He honked the horn
several times, startling me.

I sat there impatiently waiting for this so-called "friend"; getting bored as the minutes
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