The String Around My Finger :: Essays Papers

The String Around My FingerI work in a restaurant as a waitress and several days ago a co-worker of mine had to leave work. His ex-wife had called to tell him that their fille had been rushed to the hospital because of a bicycling accident. He wasnt sure quite what to do. Hed talked to me before he asked the manager for permission to leave. He doubted that it was serious becoming to get permission and asked whether or not I thought he should try. I told him that he had to go, and that I thought it was very important that he and his ex-wife be by her side especially considering their recent divorce. From my own experience, I knew that simply having both of my parents come to my aide reinforced the idea that my parents were the ones that got separate and that, even if they werent living together, they both would always be there for me.My parents got part when I was two and my younger sister just six months. My sister and I lived with our mother would tittle-tattle our catch t wo weekends a month and over summer vacation the situation was reversed. As we grew older, our enthusiasm towards those visits with our father waned because, after all, all of our friends were in our neighborhood. We frequently missed friends birthday parties to visit him. Inevitably however, we always had a great time and were sad when our visits were over and yet happy to come home.Id be lying if I verbalise that I neer wished that they would get back together and that there were never any times I couldnt wait to show my father what Id through with(p) in art class or a great mathematics test I was particularly proud of. Maybe it was for that reason that as a child I couldnt help feeling slightly tatterdemalion even though he never missed a visit. I thought Id outgrown that feeling when I was seven and a big kickoff grader. It wasnt until that feeling had vanished that I realized Id still felt that way. I was in the fourth grade when that happened.My mother picked us up from our fathers on sunshine evenings. On the ride home she told me she had a surprise for me. I knew that shed rearranged our rooms (she did that all the time she used to want to be an interior decorator), so I couldnt imagine what my surprise could be.