My Dad - Original Writing - 746 Words

I heard the footsteps of my dad upstairs and the leaves in the trees rustling in the wind. I listened closely for the lighter footsteps of my brother. The one that should be getting ready to help my dad with the boat. When I heard nothing I felt my heart start to ache with frustration. I immediately felt dizzy as I stumbled out of bed too quickly, and tried to climb the stairs. The kitchen smelled fresh compared to the musty smell of my room and the early morning news played quietly from the television. â€Å"Where’s Roman? Is he not helping you with the boat?† I asked my dad with a quiet, hoarse voice. â€Å"I tried waking him up, he said that he didn’t feel like coming.† Said my dad with a hint of disappointment as he closed the refrigerator.†¦show more content†¦The light wind licked my hair and the dirt crunched under my shoes as I walked down the steep hill. I climbed across the damp rocks that made up this small beach and searched for the ro pes that would pull in our dingy. My dad came down after and set our life jackets and other gear carefully down on the rocks and smiled. â€Å"Here, let me show you how to bring the dinghy in.† He showed me the proper knots to tie and how important it was to make sure there was no seaweed on the rope. We threw on our lifejackets and grabbed the few things we needed for this short trip. My dad paddled swiftly against the little current and soon enough we were against our beautiful, nameless, boat. I was happy to help get the and my dad was grateful for that. When we were no longer anchored to the shore, free to go wherever, the boat started with a soft roar, like an angry dog. â€Å"Great morning for boating.† He said casually. I nodded and yawned. â€Å"I know that you re tired so thank you for coming with me. I really appreciate having someone to help me and keep me company.† I hadn’t really thought about it. When I said I would come it hadn’t fe lt like a big deal. â€Å"No problem, I like coming.† I said nonchalantly. I stared out over the water as I curled my legs up to my chest to stay warm. The water was glass. It reflected the soft morning colors of the sky and our boat sliced through it like a knife. I watched a cormorant fly alongside of us, skimming the water. It smelled