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Mr. Chiaravalli
AP English
27 September 2016
When I was 7 years old my mom bought me a new Timex watch. It was black with a glowing
orange face, and it quickly became my most prized possession. I couldnt wait for my dad to
return from his business trip so I could share my excitement with him. We picked him up from
the airport on a saturday afternoon. I scrambled down the terminal grinning from ear to ear and
met him with the biggest hug my little arms could give. I started to muster out the words Daddy,
look at my new- my excitement was cut short by a quote so daunting, I can still hear his exact
The physical abuse I could always deal with. Whether it was him throwing a remote or a
kitchen chair at me, barely missing my skull, I would walk away fine. The mental abuse
however, was another story. If he wasnt calling me fat, he was calling me dumb, worthless, ugly
or one of the many other words in his arsenal. These words struck deeper. Enough so to be
diagnosed with PTSD at the age of 10, and spend the next 3 years in intense therapy in hopes to
Most kids of that age kiss their parents goodnight before they go to bed. Much like the
rest of my childhood, my version of this was rather abnormal. My dad had us say goodbye to my
mom before bed rather than goodnight, enshrouding us with the fear that she would no longer be
One tuesday morning, everything changed. I walked down the stairs to get ready for
school. My mom, who will always be the strongest person Ive ever met, was sitting on the
couch deluged with emotions I will never understand. She proceeded to explain that my dad had
left in the middle of the night and wasnt coming back. I took that day off of school and went
with my mom to the courthouse and filed a restraining order and divorce papers. It was official.
The years of being beaten, all the hatred, all the abuse, it was all over.
Ive seen my dad one more time since then. He came home a few weeks after leaving for
the first time. When I saw him I seemed to forget all he had done. The years of abuse seemed to
just wash away and a sense of normality seemed to appear in my life. He hadnt changed, he was
the same person he was for the previous 5 years, yet my inner child that had been everything but
destroyed by the previous years events, began to emanate and all I could see was a dad that
might love me. I followed him into the basement where he found a box that he quickly carried
into his green Buick LeSabre. He climbed into the drivers side and sped off once again without
a goodbye. As he went, the top of the box fell off, revealing its contents. Its been awhile since
that day, and in that time Ive experienced a lot however, I dont think Ill ever feel as
overwhelmed with emotions as I did that day I found out a box of CDs was more important to
It is often said God gives his toughest battles to his toughest soldiers. I am a firm believer
of this. What happened to me is awful and I wouldnt wish it upon my worst enemy, but it made
me stronger and shaped me into the person I am today. It taught me appreciation for even the
little things in life, as well as respect for everyone, especially women. These lessons impact me
every single day and I will take with me for the rest of my life.
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