Personal Writing: The Day Of Surprise Essay

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Personal Writing: The Day Of Surprise

Personal Writing: The Day of Surprise


"That's so cool!" I exclaimed. In my hand was a Valentines Day card
which folded to make a spaceship. I was in a Hallmark card shop with my father,
looking at cards for the upcoming holiday.
"If I got you that card now, then it wouldn't be a surprise later," my
father logically stated.
"But it's neat! See, it folds into a spaceship."
"I'll get it for you but... just act surprised for your mother when you
open the card."
"Okay dad," I answered as we walked up to the counter. My father paid
for the card and we left the store.
It was a week before Valentines Day in 1987. I was nine years old and
intensely anxious. Expectation for February 14 had overcome every other thought
I previously had. It might seem funny to some that I held that one day with
such great esteem, but to me it was unlike any other holiday. On Valentines Day
I felt loved by everyone. On that day, I would obtain the card that I had
picked out from my father. Classmates would give everyone Valentine cards. Some
extremely generous kids would even attach candy to the cards. It didn't matter
if you hated each other, on Valentines Day everyone put aside their differences
and even presented cards to the children nobody liked. That one day of love
seemed to unify the worst of foes through love and forgiveness. I could hardly
wait for that day to come.
As the night before Valentines Day had rolled around, anticipation had
escalated to an all time peak. Nevertheless, it was all set aside as my parents
once again started to fight. My brother and I were sent to the car in the garage
so that we would not witness them fighting. We knew the routine. I was scared
and I could still hear angry voices dueling back and forth. My brother was a
senior in high school and even he seemed frightened when they fought. Although
he tried to hide his fear, I knew he was afraid when my father would go on a
rampage. An hour passed by and my brother and I decided to go back inside.
The house was still. A pin could have dropped and we would of heard it.
My father had gone to lay down in his bed. This action was suggested by the
marriage counselor that my parents had been visiting. Whenever my father got
angry, he was supposed to rest until he calmed down. The problem was that he
would lay down after he had let out all his anger, verbally or physically.
My mother came downstairs. She had gathered some stuff together. "Come
on, get your jackets and get in the car."
After we went to our rooms to get our coats, we went outside and got
into our old station wagon that my brother used to drive to school. My brother
put the car in neutral and coasted out of our driveway and down the hill. At
the bottom of the hill he turned the ignition and drove to a friend's house to
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