I carry my dad’s feelings towards things. I carry this because, One day I came home and my dad was hoping around angry and acting hysterical. Everyone was surrounding him asking what was wrong with him. I went to him and grabbed him and asked him “WHAT HAPPENED!!”He stopped and looked at us and had a weird expression on his face like he didn’t know what he was doing. So he told me we’ve been robbed today. I didn’t know how to react then my dad said he needed me outside. So when I came out one of the neighbors came outside and showed me some pictures on his phone of the thief and his van. What happened was that my dad heard a loud noise outside but he thought it was someone cleaning in their yard, then after a little my dad heard the door bell so when he answered it he greeted the neighbor regularly saying “hey, how is it going nice day isn’t it.” And my neighbor then told him that he just got robbed. We have pictures of his face and his license plate on his van. My dad and me studied the picture and immediately went to the scrap yard looking for the guy. We didn’t find him but then we drove around asking my dads friends if they’ve seen that man but there was no luck. We then made a police report but the police didn’t look like they would take this seriously so then we came to the conclusion of giving up. My dad and me were very frustrated that we couldn’t find him, we felt the same way about this situation and we connected during this time. I carry the shared feelings of my father and me.
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