It was early morning; the sun was just starting to shine and cold breeze from the mountains of Shelter Island, a remote island in America, swept to and fro. The 10-year old Krishette, a Filipino, had just waked up when she saw her father open the marquee of her bed and skitter slowly.
“Good morning my handsome daddy,” she mumbled with gaiety.
“I taught you’re still asleep my little princess. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat? I will get food from the cauldron.” Mr. dela Cruz answered.
“Do we have Gumbo for breakfast?” Krishette asked then ran toward the kitchen when her dad nodded. Her dad followed her in the kitchen.
“By the way dad, where are you going? You looked like going to a caucus.” Krishette told her dad and a guffaw was heard. But her father didn’t answer.
“Well, my good-looking daddy is so evasive, so I’m going to discover it myself.”
“Okay, okay. No need to discover it yourself little princess. Daddy’s going to New York. I’m going to sell the vegetables and haggle it in a good price.” Krishette’s eyelids fluttered.
“Daddy, I want to go with you. Please. Please,” while giving him the cutest face ever.
The Old farmer allowed her daughter to go with him leaving his wife and other children to guard their house. They have to travel a hundred miles to reach New York, passing through a ditch by riding a pirogue to reach Arshamonaque. Then, riding a bus for almost 8 hours to reach New Sulfolk’s anchorage where they rode in a dinghy bound for Southport, almost 6 hours travel from New York. It is a very large city with edifice building heftily built.
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It was late afternoon on a Saturday in March; I am at home with my dad. The sun is shining so bright, the birds are singing, such a beautiful spring day. Tomorrow is Easter and I just baked a cake to take to church for the Sunday school class that I teach. A bunny rabbit, ears, nose, eyes, whiskers, so precise, the children will love it. As I am in the hot kitchen, working away to create my ...
“Daddy, New York is very big and very different from Shelter Island. These buildings are the best archetype of how big castles in fairy tales are,” Krishette remarked with amazement. “No, ‘archetype’ is a misnomer. These buildings are bigger than castles,” she added.
“You’re right, New York is a wonderful place,” her father answered.
“Daddy, I want to live here!”
“Krishette, we are poor and our livelihood is in the mountains of Shelter Island.”
The trip was a nirvana and Mr. dela Cruz was able to haggle their vegetables for a good price. After that day, Krishette promised to herself that she would come back again. It did come true. She was given the chance to study college in New York for being a class valedictorian. Her parents wouldn’t allow her but she was able to convince them, promising that she would keep nexus with them via mail and she would visit them every two months.
Krishette was an assiduous student that’s why she excels in all subjects and was always praised by the teachers for being a kowtow. Using physiognomy, one can say that she is kind-hearted and affable person that’s why every morning she was always greeted by her schoolmates and she was reckoned as the campus sweetheart. Even though she’s very busy in school works she kept her promise to her parents.
She had many friends but she always spend time with her fellow Filipinos who, like her family, migrated to America thinking life would be easy. She spends time with them and she could say that they were the best friends she ever had. They were always there for her through thick and thin and they were her sinew. But things changed when a lot of boys in school courted her. She had no time for her friends because she was busy beautifying herself. Her Filipino friends wouldn’t hang out with her anymore because she had changed a lot.
During her third year in college, she met new friends- rich and popular girls in school. She have already forgotten to keep contact with her parents because was busy going to parties, night clubs and she became pugnacious even though she knew that it would be precarious. So, her father worried of what happened to her, saved money from his small income just to visit her child. Although he didn’t know the places in New York, he used the address in the mail sent by her daughter to find her.
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The school was very elusive and the people he asked direction are very terse but with the use of his ominous voice he was able to find where it is. When he entered the gate the guards wouldn’t allow him to go inside thinking that he is a beggar and an interloper. He wheedled to the guards to let him in so that he could visit his daughter but they wouldn’t allow him. He felt chagrin. He looked at his clothes, it is presentable and decent. A question marked on his mind why he is not allowed to enter. Is my attire inept? But he was filled with alacrity and he won’t give and he stayed for almost two hours just to convince the guards. Before he left the guards gave him a derision saying he’d be lost because it would be difficult for him to decipher the direction signs. He didn’t mind them instead he just entered the school and began to find his daughter. It was then that he realized that the school was so pompous that it would be difficult for illiterate like him to know the way. He just followed his conjecture and looked like a vagrant. It took him how an hour to find her daughter’s dorm and it’s almost 9 o’clock in the evening. He knocked but no one answered. So, he decided to wait at the front door.
On the other side, Krishette had just gone from a party when they reached the front door of their dorm. She was shocked to see her father and also her friends.
“Gosh! Who is this dirty poor man? How did he enter our school,” one of her friends commented with disgust. Suddenly, the man awoke and quickly embraced her daughter.
“Good evening Princess. I really missed you.” Her father said while embracing her tightly. Krishette was afraid that she would be put to shame so he pushed him.
“Who are you? I don’t know you!” She said irascibly.
“Ludicrous! I’m your father, Krishette. I’m your father,” Mr. dela Cruz replied vehemently.
“Is it obscure? I told you I don’t know you,” Krishette replied obnoxiously while her father’s forehead puckered.
“You have really changed Krishette. I knew this would come; I shouldn’t have let you go. It’s very quirk. I love You Krishette, I love you.” Her father said with sadness.
“What a waste of time! Excuse me, but would you let us in?” Her friends said with ornery.
The Term Paper on Thomas Jefferson, Father of the American Dream
Thomas Jefferson: Father of the American Dream In 1962, President John F. Kennedy shared a meal in the White House Dining Room with some of the smartest men on the planet; a total of forty-nine Nobel Prize winners were in attendance. Of the dinner, President Kennedy said it was “probably the greatest concentration of talent and genius in this house… except for perhaps those times when Thomas ...
It was very painful. He mooched absent-mindedly still shocked by his daughter’s words, never thinking that his loving daughter could be cantankerous as what he had just seen. He didn’t notice that he was already crying and the people he met would look at him. Then suddenly, there was a Screech and everything went black. He was walking and he didn’t notice that he was already crossing the street and a fast car is on the way.
That night, Krishette felt guilty. She loves her father very much but at that time she loved her pride more than her father. She cried all night because of regret and of the thought that she should have act as a circumspective person. Days have passed and Krishette decided to go back to Shelter Island, the place where she had made great memories with her family.
When she had reached their house she was wondering why there are so many people. She was surprised to see a dead body waked inside their house and her mother crying while speaking in front of everyone giving an epitaph. She didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t want to know the reason of it because she knew it was her father and the last time they met she said harsh words against him and she didn’t recognize him as her father. Krishette remembered the times she had spent with her father, how he would greet her every morning and tell stories about his childhood and how they would eat dinner together with her mother and sisters and brothers.
Her sister saw her and told her to go away because she is not needed there.
“What? Why?” A confused expression can be seen on her face.
“You don’t know now? Stop playing an innocent. Three days ago, father has traveled almost a day to New York to visit you. But what have you done? You didn’t recognize him. He walked on the streets hurt by your words and in a boom; he was hit by a car.”
Those were the words that shocked her most that her feet shook and made her cry out loud. She remembered the day that she promised to herself that she would live in New York. But what could she do now? She was given the chance to live in New York but it changed her and fate charged her father’s life in exchange.
Reaching our dreams in not impossible with our family by our side to help and strengthen us. What if we have already reached our dreams but we have forgotten our families who help us achieve our dreams? That dream is good to nothing because the happiest life is having your dreams come true and your family by your side rejoicing with your success.
The Essay on Every Father’s Dream
Parents play an important role in the fulfillment of their children’s dreams. Often, before a child can even start to dream, parents have already made a mental picture of what they want their children to be in the future. In Barack Obama’s (2004) “Dreams from My Father,” we see the important role a father plays in the success of the incumbent president. On the contrary, in Arthur Miller’s (1949) “ ...
